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.
23 April 2009
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