i'm a pig...

one thing is for sure
routine is hungry for me
i'm stuck like a pig
rotating slowly
as the flames lick my skin
popping and cracking
rendering my fat
and making my flesh
fall off the bone
there's a way about her
i can't climb off
it's too much effort
effort i'm not willing to exert
what is a dreamer to do
all these things in front of me
a house
a job
a car
a wife
a family
some days they are goals
others they are obstacles
how do i get past them
how do i live without them
do i really want to live without them
are they meaningless endeavors
or do they hold the very glory of God
where is that glory
why does it elude me
why does it pass me by
one night while i slept
warm and full
it vanished
and i've been left to grasp for anything
looking to remember what it was like
it's more comfortable to make my home in the past
where i know i can find it again and again
but i don't know how to get it back
return to me your glory
remind me why i am here