poem of experiance |
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 |