I feel like I've been moving but I have moved an inch
Been running since my youth and haven't stopped running since
Tired and weary, confused and confounded
Like a ball the missed the basket and never got rebounded
Sick of being wrong, always missing the mark
Please no more bouncing off the walls in the dark
For every person I make happy, at least three are not
No one seems to care that I'm giving it all I've got
No where close to perfect, more like closer to totally flawed
Some times I feel I might even be hated by God
It's like some where He decided the some divine force
Should follow me around just to knock me of course
No matter what I do, or how Hard I try
Or how much I try to stop it, I make somebody cry
I, m not a bad person, my intentions are the best
But no matter the situation some one is gonna be upset
Whether trying to buy a car, or fixing up my house
My dreams are crushed by an object smaller than a mouse
No one really loves me, at least I can't imagine so
The ones that say they do make it conditional
Where ever my life is going it must be up a hill
Or maybe it's not going, I'm just on a treadmill
I guess I'll know when I get there, where ever that might be
If you see me don't throw stones, just kindly pray for me
J. Moore
08/21/09
