Getting To the Root of the Ivy
why am i here
why am i there
what do i fear
why am i anywhere
what do i tell myself
what will i do with wealth
am i really asking myself these questions
i will welcome anything....suggestions or expressions
i encapsulate myself in a pod with no degree of survival
there was a time when i was so dependent on my being so prideful
now i cannot even strut my way out of a situation 2 + 2
i guess that is what i get for intentionally hurting you
now you are gone and all i can do
is give God a passionate envelope of forgiveness and hope that it reaches though
if i had the genius of mind to build the ultimate time machine
i would simply give you a hug and say i love you in order to make the slate clean....
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014
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