No Response

I've called to God, no response.

I always was told to go with the flow even through the lows with no nuance.

I know the cost goes beyond getting old with no new stops.

I wanna go with what I know but I know that's lots.

I'm overloaded by odds, a poet for gods looking over my shoulder with nods.

You ever noticed the clocks go in slow motion when you know there's a drop.

You focus to stop, doses of slowness then moments you pop.

I always was told I would know when the hope is lost.