Hands tied and feet planted
It seems I tend to rewind
Past moments I took for granted
Praying out to God, wondering if I’ll find my path
Pursue money or a passion
My mind is split between half.
Similar to spirit and flesh.
If money is the key to happiness
I must have missed the door,
And sure, my the numbers on
A check can increase
But what about my sanity
Money trees aren’t always planted by peace.
Feeling at a lost for words
Anxiety building up
So I write to purge;
On the verge, of a life defining moment.
Cul de sac of sacrifices
Encircle my drive
Sure life is a gift, sure I’m grateful to be alive.
But….. am I living or just existing
I feel it’s the second
If I don’t follow my mission.
Am I missing my purpose
Purposely burying true feelings
Underneath a shallow surface.
I want to be a change
I want to situation of our society to change.
If not I then who else can I blame
I apologize for my rant,
People say take it one day at a time
But for some reason I can’t
That’s enough venting for now
I guess I go back out into the world
And put on a smile.
Although it may not be genuine
I refuse to let my fears settle in
I know there has to be a light
So why everyone prays for money
I’ll ask God to restore my sight