January 21st, 2007

I am starting to know
(Not think)
that my God is keeping track
Of how many times I have
Vowed to change--
Promised to progress.

My consistent apologies
Must sound like a broken,
Mediocre record.

Frustrated, I kick the old player;
Half in the hopes of fixing it,
The other in destroying it for good.

for Good.

For Now, I listen to the same old song.
Except now I sing it to my Lord--
Stupidly thinking that I can
Change its sad, sullen tune.