I was riding, deciding to stare widely at the highway
Wondering if my way was more upside down than sideways
Wished it was Friday...washed up in insecurity
Iniquity ubiquitous, it soaked unheavenly, my lack of purity
Made fury seep hurriedly and bury me in sad verity, verily.
Very deep, it used to carry me through nights, every week
I weeped, no sleep. Eyes opened filled with "What If's" ; doubt pouring
Made death alluring, my breath endured me but no steps assured me
Words were blurring through sniffs, whiffs of air mid sentence
In my Fathers presence, intense asking for repentence, admittance...
"I cried Last month, working with my back, paid scrap
Paid less for doing more, Son, its exactly that
Hands are worthless, while minds are priceless
Youre gonna have to deal with it, not later but now, so why stress?
Yes, It's my guess youre depressed, answerless
Dont answer this, you know who has the Answers List
Youre so cancerous to yourself, hazardous
So after this, rise, Son, be like Lazarus
You have to get... UP; no one walks it but you
Words worth comes from within, no one talks it, Just Do.
Those shoes are for you, He made them for two, youre not alone
And, until you rid your self of last months fears, youre not at home
You cannot atone for it all, live life to the fullest
I assure this; trying to be perfect is our purpose.
My day rose to the surface, above last months pain
Might be sad another day, but ill rise again.