Time is passing me by, and I have no control over it.
I can see it, but I can't touch it. This is insane! Where did all my power go?
I'm starting to feel like a vegetable, just watching the whole scene without actually effecting it.
Maybe it's a misplaced desire to want to have some influence over my own life, but it's still a natural one.
I want to be responsible for the sweat on my brow...
For the words on this page...
For the glimmer in his eyes...
For the smile on her face...
I want to touch real life, simply so I can say, "I've done it!"
Cuz the day I forget what's real...is the day reality ceases to exist.
Redeem the time.
Real Christians arise, It's time to be men.
Colossians 4:2-6
"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."
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