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Waiting on the Lord to reveal His plan

I’m lost—going in circles like a ceiling fan

Bottom half of my hourglass is filled with sand

Out of time—am I dead? People around me dressed in all black like they’re Steelers fans

And the pain’s got a grip like a gorilla’s hands

Fighting tears to save face in front of little man

Pray to God but wondering if I need a middleman

Cause I don’t know if he will listen

To Him I owe a lot

Over-drafted my requests

And now when I beseech him

He’s laughing at the mess

That I developed on my own

Enough to drive a man to put the metal to his dome

The answers keep evading me—I’ll settle with Patron

’s creek is where I find myself—peddling alone (paddling)

I’m battling with myself—wrestling a clone

Investments that went wrong

I’m paying for my chooses (choices)

But my account is running low

And I need ice to numb the bruises

Ice to chill the drink

Ice to fuel the fuel that’s enabling me to spill this ink

Like Exxon barges gone astray

Liquor’s in my system—please pardon what I say

When everything was good, dog, I’d hardly ever pray

But life’s getting a little harder, and it’s all that I can say,

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raymonalisa_ says:

Well Put.I Can Relate!

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kingqadardwon' says:

Thought provoking write!
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Thought provoking write!

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