Stuck in a virtual sense of reality. It is just the soul in me yearning and churning to encrypt the script already well writ. Waiting and wanting my soul cries out to find that place where there is no doubt about life or time. For time is no friend of mine. Or even places where man cease to be found. My Soul... Stuck between my mind and pen as I empty out my fustrations about situations that never come to an end. Life so full of twists and turns it burns the innermost part of me. My Soul... Stuck wanting freedom and restoration for all of God's children who have been batter, bruised, and torn. Mad because I'm not able to offer assistance due to my own inconsistence to heal the world from its wicked ways and soothe the hearts of those broken hearted. My Soul... Stuck inside of me with empty solutions to pollutions created by man. Looking for paths of righteousness so my family can have a better and healthier way of living on God's green earth. Wanting more than to have just been here, but to have made an everlasting impact on the soul of man to change. My Soul... Cries out for you oh Lord to come heal this land and create in us a new heart so that we may love one another in your name. So that man and woman can live together in harmony to acheive what our forefathers died, fought for, and believed. UNITY. Let us come together and raise a Nation.