Trying to find the vision of love that is desired.
Hoping that if I swing the bat that I do not miss.
Then I realize that my grass is still not green.
That it will not change no matter what side I choose.
If I am standing, I will not be forgiven.
That I am my only fighter, and I might not loose.
Time to stop resting and to start doing.
Life is happening, but silence is deadly.
Waiting is no longer cool.
Doing is what drives my soul.
It no longer feeds it.
Today was full of sorrow.
Tomorrow will be hopeful.
New chapter and new podcast coming soon. It is time for a change. Keep a lookout for it.
Was this the right call?
Faith told me to take a chance and I did.
Now I think my faith is telling me to bow.
I used to hate me.
Then I started to find the love that I never grew inside of me.
Now that love is fading.
I am not the same.
I am not growing.
I am just wasting.
Soon I will just be dry.
And all I my dreams will be gone.