Livin' in the TARDrix

As I exit this humble dream of idealism I join reality with a red jaded eye on the all my past transgressions. Could the tumultuous maze of my emotions really be so predictable that I can know my anxious mornings and lonely nights even months in advance. So far have I come and yet so far can I fall from you my God whose comfort sooths like like a million raindrops on my cold tin roof. My companions who leave with me are the fools of old who know not what your judgement could drown them in. Their hearts crumble with the crusty flakes of pity that settle under the couch until we all move out.
I leave them at their games as you take me further into your world of understanding.
Whose pulse is beating in this skin?
Whose eyes moist and dreary glean your radiance from the early sun?
A sun so fast it makes me dizzy to stand upon reality.
A symbol for peace could be a dove, a white flag, a wave, starry night, moon, dancing bridge, red tunnel, green sweater, party pants, severe mercy, dead sheep, cold shoulder, last kiss, and maybe even love.
A symbol for love could be a.......
Your love is like no other though! No other could love me as you do. BROKEN and RAW I come crawling to your resting place.
The West is no longer the best for me anymore...could I ever have imagined anything else.

I am a wordy man with wordy thoughts that lean to lengths that no longer allow me to sleep at night.....@#&%*.

How can I become more simple?