Wednesday, 19 October 2016

Designed for life

Why have I not been designed for life?
Why do I suffer eternal strife?
Defined by chains, whilst
Guilt undermines
I knock myself down
I fall to the ground
I grunt, I stand up
Again and again
I mind, and it matters
My mind is in tatters
My best foot to the fore
I open my mouth
Right about now, it's wrong
Laughing and crying
Oh my, oh my, oh sighing
Why do I suffer eternal strife?
Why have I not been designed for life?

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