my fingers dance across these letters to tell a tale of idle stand-by and a life still un-lived. where motivation lacks is where i fail. drive is masked in conversation and excuses can not be motioned aside.
so what is it i want?
my dream. its a wonderful thought to know youll be here forever; all of our kin. its admirable to know you shall strive for just the same. but how long shall you withstand me if i tend to dwindle in this way?
i know my fault, and i know im not acting with haste to deminish the trade. however, i will never want to let myself lose this dream
my life washed up with the tide and i stood and faced the sun; only to realize that im not in control - ive never been. the path that i have trusted led me to a new cross road. as i push branches from view i find more, and striving to meet knowledge i find uncertainty. i must trust the compass, i must trust the lamb. and when i can do this completely, ill understand.
