Who am I, what am I here for, what is it you want from me, is this just a Dylan lament, why all the confusion, why the rant, everyone seeking, identity crisis, the purpose of every life, fill the basket, fill the mind, too busy to think, do you realize you have a mind, it’s going on and on, this perpetual war, drawing you left right and everywhere, identity crisis, what about my mind. I’m young born to this world, what, what are you doing with my head, one day your nice to me, the next you don’t want me around, the numerous children who face the identity crisis every living day.
The fishermen are not all good you know, some just want you to join their cult, the higher the numbers the greater they feel, they all follow me and that’s why you see, how do you pollute the lost, easily, you just throw then something to get interested in, some of them bite, it’s just one of the tactics of the evil minded, trying to get hold of you during your identity crisis.
Solomon was reminiscing on how easy it is to sway some people, particularly if they are young, how they get drawn into all sorts, lose the purpose of their whole being, the reason each and every one was born to, to climb that mountain and reach the heavens, peace in the heart, where the ego didn’t really matter, this is no joke. Jesus warned them there would be deceivers, those trying to thwart good purpose, be alive to the threat he prayed, get down on your knees together, that’s how you defeat these fools, by being as one in Faith and in step with God. He sighed, having encountered the Holy Spirit words came easy, the same way the truth spilled like water from a full glass, no identity crisis in that he smiles, amen.