Invisible hands in a very very mad world

Grace and peace to you from our Lord Jesus Christ, my dearest journal readers. I forgot what I was going to say and so this journal is a result of it.

Tom might be rubbing off on me. I've been listening to Mad World on repeat.

All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses No expression, no expression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow No tommorow, no tommorow
And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you Cause I find it hard to take When people run in circles It's a very, very Mad World
Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday Made to feel the way that every child should Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous No one knew me, no one knew me Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson Look right through me, look right through me

^^My life sometimes. I see it all sometimes the way it really is. Why I am burdened with that? Oh Lord have mercy on this wretched soul! This wretched way of life, this futile cause! I give it all to you. Please forgive me. Make me new again. I want purpose so I can give it to others.

I didn't intend on making this long. I wanted it to be short to represent my attention span, or you know, make an impact. I forgot how to do that I guess. And it's because I haven't ever done it. I forgot that and gave myself credit.

If I was a basket filled with holes Then she was the sand I tried to hold And ran out behind me As I swung with some invisible hands
I was dead, then alive She was like wine turned to water and turned back to wine You can pour us out, we won't mind A scratch around the mouth of the glass
My life is no longer mine.