Jesus.

Lord, there's really alot of things I wanna do, I wanna say, I wanna make happen. But sometimes I wonder why u've planned my life in sucha way that it seems to be bringing me somewhere else. I know where it's going but I dont know for sure. The immense weight of the shakable elements of the earth seems too much to take.

I cannot take no for an answer.
I misuse my ability to conquer.
Everything seems to be faster.
I feel as if I'm matyred.

She seems to be punctuating my sentences.
He seems to be fabricating pretences.
I cannot work with my hands tied behind.
It somehow doesn't pay to be kind.

Liken myself to a bird.
A bird entrapped within. Oh Lord!
I know I have to rejoice,
a command rather than a choice.

Therefore in all times esp ones like these,
when confusion and deception starts to maime,
You, I will still choose to please,
Lord, Blessed be your name.

DA