owen meany

uncertainty, a foundation built on nothing i could see.

secure in your immaculate perception.

the last resort id ever thought id exercise,

now all that i have to stand on.

grieving, from a different point on view.

ive learned its meaning from you.

in life and death, and continue.

if faith is just a silent tribute

mine is just a desperate act.

give him back.

i owe him.

throw me a line, ill suspend my disbelief

and concede

following your lead faithfully.

led into this concession with hope and doubt.

a seemingly futile gesture.

if faith is just a silent tribute,

mine is just a desperate act,

holding on.

its just the desperation that takes me home.

-joey cape-