2nd Jun, 2006



A feeling I can’t explain
Living life for me;
I did what I “wanted” to do.
Seeking my every desire,
Fulfilling the urges of my heart.
First, happy –
Believing I was living the world’s dream;
Then, tired –
Unable to keep up with the latest speed;
Slipping into boredom
Because no matter what I tried,
I ultimately found discontent.
Becoming bitter –
Because the fantasy life I forged
Left me broken and spent.
Finally, afraid –
Because what I had chased
Now was chasing me,
And the things I desired and owned, owned me.
Captured and chained by what had been whims,
Now were bars – separating me from Him.

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