Who I am outside of these pews
Is the true testament of my news
I can shout abroad,
Yell about
But the truth I live after the benediction is the true gloat.
So I study not how to jump and jerk just right
But I strive to obey the word all day and night
I labor not to impress you between these pews
For that is religious, traditional and no eternal use
Fuel for the race is the purpose of this pump stop
Collaborate and commemorate our Lord God
I sit here in this office in the back
In the corner, it feels like a set back
I want to move on from this place
to get back in the motivated race
what do I qualify to do?
What sizes do I wear what shoe?
It is time to move on, but where?
Wanting to go, but not knowing where
Is frustrating, agitating, and despairing
I know what I like to do
I know what could be done
But how do I get there
How do I go forward from this froward flow
to the place called there?