When I was young and foolish
I thought I was so clever
Now I’m wiser
I think I’m stupid
Calm people make me angry
Tiredness keeps me awake
I’m blinded by the things I see
I tell lies to be true to myself
Hunger makes me lose my appetite
Money makes me poor
Strength makes me weak
Problems make me positive
When I didn’t know God
How I needed Him
Now he’s with me
We hardly speak
I see impending doom – but I’m optimistic
Someone once told me I was full of contradiction
They’re probably right

May 1, 2013 




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