3am flare

 Spiritual flattery
Yet I come up lacking
Blessed are those who see and bathe
in the glow of godlike otherworldly messages

Looking at the portrait of my life
pointing out the spaces
Maybe they are never to be filled
Like a pet I am to eat spammy existence

You wake me like I have some lesson to learn
And here I am wide awake 
I plead, I appeal and I meditate
The humming of my life low and unwavering

I ask those special questions
so out of the silence will come some incredible sign
a torch or flare or metaphor aware
yet I guess I need more wrinkles

To interpet the 3am spiritual flare