Running from destiny
like Daniel in the mouth
of a huge fish,
desperately trying to avoid spirit's path,
fighting vigorously with flesh
attempting to control what is out of my physical hands;
sprinting from the cingular Source,
hiding,
thinking that
The Most High is fooled by my disguise,
knowing better,
however still imaging I'm cleaver;
deceiving nobody but myself,
hoping the 1st hit doesn't hook my soul,
stuck on stupid(dope);
placing everyone around me in danger
because of my selfish ways,
praying for a way out of my secular daze,
confused by all the alcohol and herbal abuse,
letting it go feels like
I'm losing pieces of myself,
even though I know the parts I'm shedding
are enhancing my spiritual light(performance)
I continue to struggle with letting go;
battling my flesh,
begging my soul to take control
before my core(nucleus) is exposed
to the wickedness of our materialistic world;
I'm so close to winning the war,
but I'm straddling the edge of the ledge,
one hard nudge and I can lose my head,
so I remain balanced,
always fighting pound for Ib...