Sitting

I'm sitting here all emotional.

Grit my fear, I told you so.

Wit in the ear, I hold you ever so closely.

Never will I ever be so lonely.

When the weather get's clear.

I'm 'ma Holy, slowly go boldly into the night and be mostly ghostly.

Do-si-do; where's the holy ghost of flow?

Trophy for participation.

If I only had one wish it would be to sit in meditation.

Writ in celebration as I'm lit in elevation but I'm sick in Hell.

Demonstration as I sit and yell.

"It's them I'm hating, Zen I'm frustrating as I spit and spell!"

Hint to "Well, that's it" I fell.