I kneel to pray
for this mind of mine...

I know the things that happen
happen because they are supposed to happen...

Sorrow,
I’ll meet you tomorrow...

i am tired
of my choices...

tears tore me
dripping dropping...

I’m not sure why I keep trying
there is never an end...

the world is
a big bowl of cereal...

my competition is like a mirror
I wish to not break...

I am calm
I am like a drop falling towards a pond...

I cry like a dark cloud
passing by...

I am a thorn
Ingrown in my own heart...

Oh my Lord
let me be water...