A procrastinator’s guide to the inner life.
Dedicated to my son, Zachariah Alan Petrie, Nov. 16, 1981 – May 8, 2022 (RIP)
My Strange Messiah Come tomorrow gonna work on myself. Come tomorrow climbin' down from my shelf. I'm gonna climb deep inside and make a new order, somewhere inside I feel my strange messiah. And if I'm playing for exorbitant stakes, and if I'm countin' all of my mistakes, I better climb deep inside, and make a new order; somewhere inside I feel my strange messiah. And I fall, and I bleed. And I fall, to my knees. Forget, forgive, we all gotta live, but we don't have to live in the past. Come tomorrow you can beg, steal or borrow, but the sorrow is it's over so fast. Gone so fast. Everybody's got their own set of rules; try to make each other feel like fools. We've got to stop hurting each other. We've got to live as though we're living as lovers. And if we're gonna make this world be our home, we've got to know that we can't go it alone. We've got to start lovin' each other. It's time we acted like we're sisters and brothers. And I fall, and I bleed. And I fall, to my knees. Forgivin', forgettin', no time for regretting, all there really is, is right now. Look close and see, there is so much to be; again and again we know how. Just remember...NOW. And I fall, and I bleed. And I fall, to my knees. Somewhere inside I feel my strange messiah. Somewhere inside I feel my strange messiah. Strange messiah. Strange messiah. © Mark Gregory Petrie / Mystic Dream Merchants Publishing / ASCAP