Trying to fight back the tears of frustration and confusion I’m lost in my own complexities and I wonder why
Can’t say that I have ever had any real answer to cure the frustrations can’t say that I have anything I just know
What I understand is that my life is on a preordered plan one of which I can’t seem to control although I try
In my desperate attempts I see fragments of who I want to be and should be but I fall short of the me I want
I don’t want these feelings of loss, have no use for laments of depression but here is where I sit even if I start anew
I pray and ask God to help me find my way out, but it seems as if these prayers fall on unread letters
Surely he’s heard my cries and I somehow have a sense that things will be ok but the waiting is what kills me
But I know all the same that the waiting is what is within the plan, though I can’t seem to save me from myself
Much as I might try I’m never saved from the heart ache, I have so much going on I feel as if I am timeless
Without the time I cannot complete anything and I feel rushed carry this load with such intensity stress written all over my face
If money were the cure to my frustrations I might be ok for a while but I think that they’d find me again anyway
sdv
Listening to : Brandy, Human 2008
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