No.116: An Inside Game
Some days I don't have the words.
Some days I don't have the mood.
Some days I stare at the metrics
at the cost of my own groove.
Some days I stare at the future
and I don't know what to do,
I swear I lack the wisdom,
and they expect that of my youth,
Some tell me to soak in prayer,
to go to God empty, honest--
after all, I’m just the canvas.
But I mistake myself for the muse,
they tell me I'm impatient,
and some days I think so too.
Some days I doubt what I can do.
Some days I doubt the who.
Some days I doubt the King.
Most days I doubt me too.
Every day I drink man's praise,
I lose track of grace.
Don't forget your source.
This life is an inside game.