Here we ago again,
Didn't I feel this an hour ago?
It's such a habit that it is so easy and safe,
To live and feel in circles.
Walking around and around,
Finding me in the same place I left just a minute ago,
Going with the flow.
Wondering if this is all there is to life?
Lord please save me from this feeling.
Please instil some sort of healing.
Give back youth,
Give me back your proof,
That I'm still ok.
Still one of yours,
Because I'm tired of it all.
I fell, into a fall, and found myself up against some sort of spiritual wall.
When I wrote this poem I had no idea what I was going to write. I actually was going to write a blog about how scared I am of writing the same old things over and over again.
- G2G, Saturday October 17th, 2009