Too Much Eye Level

A tiny spark left unnoticed
Wide is his area but neglected
Here in this broken temporary station
Too much focus that leads to confusion

Is there someone who can manage all of these?
A vast infinite mass of wonder
But yet too much concern
On this tiny domain ungoverned

In the chaos and wordless thoughts
Deep burdens that refuse to exchange
Pity parties and hardened hearts
Is there time for this when all is left is
the spark above?

Oh how wasted it is
Too much of me, when there is peace
Why choose me? Inner misery
When it is He that gives me the capability