Not poetry.

[_____wreckage]

I hardly even know him
And yet I'm already sacrificing for him.
Maybe it's simply because people are more important to me
Than a week at a seemingly superficial youth camp
Making attempts to get you pumped about God.
Or something like getting pumped about God.
I miss the good old days,
When things weren't less difficult,
They were simply less crucial.
When I didn't know anyone who lived far away
And if someone moved,
You didn't keep in touch because you didn't have the means to keep in touch.
So there weren't these difficult comings and goings
and conflicts of schedules.
I don't know if I'll tell anyone about this.
I don't know if I really feel the need to explain this to
the youth minister or to him.
Explanations are long and drawn out
And the only explanations I owe to anyone are to God.
I don't know if I should rely on a church camp
That happens once a year
To get me pumped up and on fire again in my relationship with Christ.
Because what happens when there aren't anymore Church camps?
What then? What will I have to get me pumped?
I just.. don't know.
I'm pretty sure I know what I'm going to do though.
And I'm not leaning towards the camp. :[