23 April 2009

Actually, to be honest with you,

Sometimes I wake up with so much doubt, I don't want to get out of bed.

The boulder won't move.

And on into an ocean I go,

Words drowned out by waves,

As they will be by an energy

Bigger than me, lasting.

To be honest with you,

I don't know why I'm here at all

But to be one long praise.

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