A process, not a finalized product
A letting go of personal attachment Deliberately
For this I was born.
Worried over circumstance
A declaration of un-worthiness.
Headed down hill a hundred miles an hour
The worldly man doesn't know he's running on false power.
Nothing but negativity.
All appears impossible for him to achieve
Feelings of worthlessness in every action he took.
The poor sucker broke every rule in the book.
Delighted in his knowledge
He never never played it by the book
Hidden behind his anxieties,
And frustrations into an over zealous soul
Mine not logical in nature filled with emotions and enthusiasm.
He's desensitized and have started to breakdown caused by Neglect.
Too foolish to notice the price of his thoughts beliefs.
I ache within my heart
As my stomach wept, my brain screamed,
No longer could you be a repository for my troubled heart.
This sudden transformation you presented to me,
April of 99 set me free
this was the one transformation that would allow all truth in,
Here I reached the absolute saturation point, In my self commiseration,
No longer was there a crossroad
Leading down or the other woman's man
This plight of desperation I now give up.
There can be no alternative.
Here lies the only clean cup.
I must grab fiercely and hang on too
What "I" know as truth
As if my life depends on it, for honestly it do.
Sitting before me
This temptation waits for me to yield
But not this time my friend.
Bill not this time.
My hardened senses of self sufficiency
gradually gave way to you so you thought.
But that was only in your mind.
Because there will never be a time again where you will lie with me