Unlimited
Our culture wants to be immeasurable
The right to be unlimited is acceptable
It’s a telling portrayal of a cultural fable,
About our priorities and society’s appraisal
But do we have an inalienable right to be unlimited?
A right to unlimited access
The right to the title of unlimited princess
Unlimited sex, unlimited data
Unlimited knowledge, the unlimited alpha
Never any consequences for our own actions
Never a price or mention of repercussions
Never taking a hit or hard-earned lesson
Just banking on our ideas and self-serving passions
A given right to an unlimited life?
This is funny because there’s no such thing as “unlimited”
We’re all busted and ragged
We’re human, taking things for granted
Limited by our humanity, because we’re not sacred
We all fall short, we’re all born naked
A man may be unlimited in his choices
He can walk out on his family for any given bases
But he’s not given clout for that by the masses
He’s a cad for leaving, always followed by curses
Not a man
A woman wants to be unlimited
And she’s told she can do it all, she can be the titian
She wants the career, the renown and that education
The husband, the children, to be that apparition
Wants all of it to be the picture of perfection
But the problem with that is our restrictions
Our stupid limitations
No one likes boundaries
Blocked in by the walls of humanity’s frailties
The cusp of ourselves in dark alleys
Seeing for real the cracking of our psyches
The culmination of fears in the last chapters of our diaries
That we try to rewrite with permanent sharpies
Constantly forfeiting faith for theories
The end of self that reveals all the paralyzing worries
I’m a perfectionist
And in my efforts to be this, I prove I’m not flawless
All is well until some inconvenience
When I reach a point where I’ve done all I can in my weakness
Where I have done it all... and have used up my genius
It’s limitation and it feels incomplete
Like coming up short on a spreadsheet
It’s empty, like a missed downbeat
It hurts as I fight to keep it discreet
Because it’s not perfect.
Then comes the point where my goals and ambitions
Meet life, an actuality of projects and positions
It’s not what I saw in my unlimited imagination
It’s not what I could do, so in frustration
I’ve reached the point where there’s no explanation
Other than my own human limitations
But you can sell a product by telling someone, they’ll be unlimited
God does not allow me to have a perfect life without debts
The picture perfect state I want it all to seem
Isn’t ever going to be my reality
I have to step back and say fiercely
That’s it, that’s all and however badly
However awful, I repeat it daily
Saying it until I can believe it humbly
It hurts to look at it and say with devastation
That’s all I can do at this time, in this place, in this situation
I have nothing more to do but this self-abortion
Watch the collapse, the inadequacy, the implosion
You’re limited by the end of your endurance.
The limitation of the “things” you can balance.
The mental, spiritual or physical, its part of human science
You need assistance and training to function with temperance
You are limited.
The only time I can be unlimited is in my surrender
The only time I can be unlimited is in my obedience
The only time I can be unlimited is in my prayer
The only time I can be unlimited is in my love
You’re thinking, yeaaah maybe not, that’s not for me
But even 15 unlimited minutes won’t be done vainly
A release of self to the One Mightier than any
Instead of just aiming for higher ground numbly
To be unreserved, unbarricaded, we could witness such beauty
But if I allow those confines to block what could be
Then yes, we are limited.
Weakness is not a limitation, it is a necessity
It’s a limitation of humanity
But not a limitation of our possibility
It’s proof of God’s sovereignty
It’s us seeing in a glass darkly
What is a fetter of our potential is when we say
God, not now.
When we say, God, not yet...
God, I’m not ready
Don’t ask me to do that
What is limitation is when one interferes with His big picture.
But when we are obedient, saying Abba Father.
When we are in love toward one another
When we willingly, all to him, surrender
then... then
and only then
can we be unlimited.
7/2013
The right to be unlimited is acceptable
It’s a telling portrayal of a cultural fable,
About our priorities and society’s appraisal
But do we have an inalienable right to be unlimited?
A right to unlimited access
The right to the title of unlimited princess
Unlimited sex, unlimited data
Unlimited knowledge, the unlimited alpha
Never any consequences for our own actions
Never a price or mention of repercussions
Never taking a hit or hard-earned lesson
Just banking on our ideas and self-serving passions
A given right to an unlimited life?
This is funny because there’s no such thing as “unlimited”
We’re all busted and ragged
We’re human, taking things for granted
Limited by our humanity, because we’re not sacred
We all fall short, we’re all born naked
A man may be unlimited in his choices
He can walk out on his family for any given bases
But he’s not given clout for that by the masses
He’s a cad for leaving, always followed by curses
Not a man
A woman wants to be unlimited
And she’s told she can do it all, she can be the titian
She wants the career, the renown and that education
The husband, the children, to be that apparition
Wants all of it to be the picture of perfection
But the problem with that is our restrictions
Our stupid limitations
No one likes boundaries
Blocked in by the walls of humanity’s frailties
The cusp of ourselves in dark alleys
Seeing for real the cracking of our psyches
The culmination of fears in the last chapters of our diaries
That we try to rewrite with permanent sharpies
Constantly forfeiting faith for theories
The end of self that reveals all the paralyzing worries
I’m a perfectionist
And in my efforts to be this, I prove I’m not flawless
All is well until some inconvenience
When I reach a point where I’ve done all I can in my weakness
Where I have done it all... and have used up my genius
It’s limitation and it feels incomplete
Like coming up short on a spreadsheet
It’s empty, like a missed downbeat
It hurts as I fight to keep it discreet
Because it’s not perfect.
Then comes the point where my goals and ambitions
Meet life, an actuality of projects and positions
It’s not what I saw in my unlimited imagination
It’s not what I could do, so in frustration
I’ve reached the point where there’s no explanation
Other than my own human limitations
But you can sell a product by telling someone, they’ll be unlimited
God does not allow me to have a perfect life without debts
The picture perfect state I want it all to seem
Isn’t ever going to be my reality
I have to step back and say fiercely
That’s it, that’s all and however badly
However awful, I repeat it daily
Saying it until I can believe it humbly
It hurts to look at it and say with devastation
That’s all I can do at this time, in this place, in this situation
I have nothing more to do but this self-abortion
Watch the collapse, the inadequacy, the implosion
You’re limited by the end of your endurance.
The limitation of the “things” you can balance.
The mental, spiritual or physical, its part of human science
You need assistance and training to function with temperance
You are limited.
The only time I can be unlimited is in my surrender
The only time I can be unlimited is in my obedience
The only time I can be unlimited is in my prayer
The only time I can be unlimited is in my love
You’re thinking, yeaaah maybe not, that’s not for me
But even 15 unlimited minutes won’t be done vainly
A release of self to the One Mightier than any
Instead of just aiming for higher ground numbly
To be unreserved, unbarricaded, we could witness such beauty
But if I allow those confines to block what could be
Then yes, we are limited.
Weakness is not a limitation, it is a necessity
It’s a limitation of humanity
But not a limitation of our possibility
It’s proof of God’s sovereignty
It’s us seeing in a glass darkly
What is a fetter of our potential is when we say
God, not now.
When we say, God, not yet...
God, I’m not ready
Don’t ask me to do that
What is limitation is when one interferes with His big picture.
But when we are obedient, saying Abba Father.
When we are in love toward one another
When we willingly, all to him, surrender
then... then
and only then
can we be unlimited.
7/2013
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