8/15/2019

New beginnings always come with promise
Promise preceeds failure
I want only to trust what I know
Quit the foolishness let it go

I never see eye to eye
With what others see occurring
Perhaps my soul already knows
No sense rushing or scurrying

The advice of a father
Always whispering in my mind
Knowing already I suppose
Of all I'll leave behind

My maker He knows the plans
He has for me and demands
I'm not meant to have that of which I dream, he has me in his hands

Free will we each are given
But the truth is it falls out of grip
Like the match of the little match girl
Not controlling her destiny or trip

I'm tired, I give my maker full control
But know I do not have any
No telling which way I will go
The decisions are way too many