I've asked myself many times now,
Why has my feet not moved from where they stand,
When will I stop seeking the gratification,
And approval placed by another person's hand,
When I face myself in the mirror,
I know the image I'm looking upon is me,
But beneath the surface I'm lost,
Been searching only finding inadequacy,
Each time I seem to be taking steps,
My resulted end comes quickly and swift,
Somehow before I notice what's happening,
I make success and myself a hasty rift
I don't know even though sometimes I pretend,
All that's clear is my feet will have to fall,
I must give up on forcing my life to change,
Go to my knees to God let my struggle withdrawal.
©justin_ur
J