I mostly just want to be free again,
to wake in the morning and not feel
like I should have done something different
I want regret to have moved to Nashville
and I want the future to be here
I'm not trying to rush things
But I'm ready to stop rehashing
the past and it's products
however it turns out from here
All I want is in the morning
to wake up and know that I'm alive
to feel like I've been praying enough
that God knows my heart & mind
and that I know my own self
and that someday someone else will too
and love me for it, unselfishly
once I learn to be unselfish.
once I learn to be less selfish. It's slow work
Showing posts with label Past. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Past. Show all posts
An undetected peeling back of days
Today is predictably surer than tomorrow but only the past is sure
And even that...
Well, history repeats itself...As we spend most our time searching the re-run's for how we got here,
How we will repeat ourselves & the sin's of our Father's,
And by our Father's I mean the sin's of Adam, but mostly Eve.
Evening come's and mourning and the first day, always when we wake, no matter how deep a darkness from...
The day is almost always mostly new... except for what we bring to it in our hearts, in our pains & expectations
Wash off what you can, the dirty maybe, but keep the old
It makes you who you are, it probably makes you who you where meant to be,
It mostly makes you who you chose to be woven in and out of God's intricate lacing of days together making life
And even that...
Well, history repeats itself...As we spend most our time searching the re-run's for how we got here,
How we will repeat ourselves & the sin's of our Father's,
And by our Father's I mean the sin's of Adam, but mostly Eve.
Evening come's and mourning and the first day, always when we wake, no matter how deep a darkness from...
The day is almost always mostly new... except for what we bring to it in our hearts, in our pains & expectations
Wash off what you can, the dirty maybe, but keep the old
It makes you who you are, it probably makes you who you where meant to be,
It mostly makes you who you chose to be woven in and out of God's intricate lacing of days together making life
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