Prose or Prozac?
Anger I summon thee.
I need you to sustain me and guide my hand.
Lo, I no longer have the fortitude to maintain my course.
I beseech thee to empower my mind, my arm, and my soul to overtake my destiny and wrest it from fate.
As the dawn fades and darkness approaches I fear my past and the future breaking of the sun.
Perhaps I should lie down and warm the dirt with my body or might I find some courage to face the sun, and look upon the field of my life with the hope that my choices were limited and my wisdom had not taken flight.
Guide me O lords, I beg you.
Posted by Jeff Estes wishing, just wishing.
I need you to sustain me and guide my hand.
Lo, I no longer have the fortitude to maintain my course.
I beseech thee to empower my mind, my arm, and my soul to overtake my destiny and wrest it from fate.
As the dawn fades and darkness approaches I fear my past and the future breaking of the sun.
Perhaps I should lie down and warm the dirt with my body or might I find some courage to face the sun, and look upon the field of my life with the hope that my choices were limited and my wisdom had not taken flight.
Guide me O lords, I beg you.
Posted by Jeff Estes wishing, just wishing.
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