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This morning arrives as day is signaled by light
The stars yawn and retire as the day becomes bright
Gone is the safe harbor the shadow of night
Morning brings yet another chance to do things right

Within me is the most complex yet simplest of memories and thoughts
Ones that can bring joy the light or sorrow within the dark 
Not a place always of happiness not one usually sought 
it's where inner beauty is casted as well  as  moments where breaths are caught

Today is no different then those times in the past
I'm still wound tight with my thoughts running so fast
I'm drawn into my wormhole cacooned with the only things that last
Memories.. my life the good the bad the shadows of my past

Moments that brings a heart to dead stop
So strong you cant help but cough
Then in a blink a pop 
They are pushed aside as the next rolls across

Times that when lived couldnt be deciphered thru the chaos
The decisions the chances the choices the loss
Some came out of no where as if in my life they were tossed
And then there are those that came at so high of a cost. 

Within this cocoon this wormhole of a past
Deeply I sit watching again as each memory comes to pass 
Memories when there made or remembered tend to always cast
A shadow or wishful thinking from a time that didnt last..

Days will be dark and gloom will reign
Others will be so precious yet so hard to obtain
For love does not stand alone nor does it always remain
There can never be a rainbow until after its rained

So I look upon all that makes up me
The roads I've traveled the blessings I see
The harshness of truth the cold brutal reality
My eyes moisten as I bow my head  and bend my knees
Wondering why God had decided to make me..

With all the mistakes the moments taken for granted
The times when blessed I only raved and ranted
Never cherishing the life I was handed
A life lived while wishing death be granted

He makes no mistakes this I know
I just wish what He saw in me would finally show
Older I get the days swiftly go
And still I wander the direction I don't know

I just don't want to fail Him and not be what He intended
Ears are open my shoulders been lended
My patiences has been tried possibly overextended
Please help me find what You have always intended
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