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Been on this journey for far too long

But somehow stood still all along

I've lost my map and can't see land

Stranded for years out at sea man

I pray the lord extends a free hand

And I can envision THE plan

But spoken words are easier than actions

When it's time to act I fall prey to distractions

Can't help but wonder if it'll ever happen

Or am I destined for pain everlasting?

Each day I live this life

I know I'm not living right

I can't even call what I'm doing living

That's an insult to the gift I was given

I want my real life back where the colors are vivid

As my pen hits the pad, my morals now a kleptomaniac

They've stolen my spirit, begging myself to give it back.