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Out of My Hands
by Matthew Taylorhere I wishing the pain would fade,
the inner and the outer...
eats up my happiness.
my life's reflection as of now is like
racing down a hill , on the handlebars of a bike
I can't steer, have no control,
hoping we don't hit ANOTHER pothole!
free will? ha ha ! freedom of choice?
Hell no!
but still I want to live,
to the handlebars I won't let go,
it gives me a chance,
buys me time,
maybe there is a place to land, (safely)
it is out of my hands,
nobody understands
how did it get away?
thinking back to a day..
when the reigns of my life were tightly in
my grip,
I must have let go,
not really enjoying the trip.
but, it IS out of my weakened hands.
03/20/2006
Author's Note: an exercise in futility, when it seems God sees, but waits for you to react, or not react, to see how dependent you are, how much you trust, when others invade and take over, your life, even your dignity at times! I must decrease He must increase, was I ever really in control, naaah! it just changed hands a few times, and sometimes we convince ourselves we have "got it", baloney!
Posted on 03/21/2006
Copyright © 2024 Matthew Taylor
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