PETRIFIED

Petrified of groupthink, out of air, will I sink?/

Is my life handwritten or scripted from God's ink?/

The writing on the wall, am I reading it right?/

Is it divine or do I need to raise my hand and write?/

Will I still be me or lose the self that sets me apart?/

Will I follow the crowd or will I follow my heart?/

These nightmares come to feast, when these thoughts become a beast/

And won't stop killing my peace, until my inner light is deceased/

In that event let me vent, whenever life is bent/

So I open up this vent, what pours out is God sent/

All my fear is lost and bravery takes its place/

I can stand as my own man, God secure my space/

Fear doesn't reside here, everything becomes clear/

I can take it to a new tier, because I know that God's here/

With all this divine essence, I never recline/

And I can only be me, God's beautiful design/