The Boomerang

Cast your anxieties on Him, and He will sustain you.

Cruising through the wilderness, I get drawn into the realm of mystique,

The cradle of hope oscillates and races against vacuum and meek.

Carving the optics, I crave for an ideal outfit,

Measuring my steps and leaning towards the pulpit.

Having boiled the ocean enough to challenge the reality,

I now summon the force to restore peace & sanity