Enemy Mine

Why must I always be, My own worst enemy
must I get up each day, and fight to get out of my own way
will this struggle ever end, or do i just begin again
compelled to search for my bliss, close but feeling like another miss
day's running from one into the other, bored and still comes another
God why was I picked to see, the burning bush of creativity
i heard to know oneself is to know all, the burden so heavy i feel i can fall
people talking to me, with secrets in there souls i can see
i used to use this for my own selfish means,only to find there was nothing left of me
so know i must do it for the other, to treat humanity as it were my brother
so God use me as you will, long ago i did make that deal
the axioms you enabled me to see, so that i can be a positive force for humanity
still battling my fear my envy my sloth, those three waves still smashing me into the rocks
my cup today feeling half empty or half full, thinking to much about what i have to do
i need some magic i need my next victim, to help them open there eyes to see whats in them
there is so much inside me still left to do, these things i must do for me and for you
Dammit it's time for me to head out the door, to make money for a roof and a floor
Thank you father for another day, a day so i may go out and play
so relieve me of the bondage of self, my ego be put on the shelf
for this use me as you will, for that is the deal
so i may head out the door to be kind, and not enemy mine
Thank you Father for the key to be free, and not the bondage of being selfish me