Third Floor Blessing

You made me, but why so incomplete?

Why these fantasies about the street?

Concrete dreaming, but it's too damn close.

If I could skirt the guess work, GOD only knows.

A clean out for sure, no physics, no math,

but why GOD why is this a part of your path?

These eyes you've made have cried too much.

This heart, it's broken and needs your touch.

I look down and my eyes relax.

Unfocused, unburdened, the pain retracts.

Satan is a tricky beast.

He knows what we want and what we think we need.

I refused to sate his thirst today.

I averted my eyes and looked away.

Your way might be easier, but his is great.

Thank GOD for the third floor and not the eighth.