I’m
fed up.
I’ve
had enough.
Who’d
ever think
life
would be so tough?
If
I have money,
I
have no time.
There
seems to be
no
reason or rhyme.
Floating
down the stream,
headed
for the falls.
Relentlessly,
the
stream never stalls.
It’s
a weird set up—
peculiar,
odd.
What
can I do,
but
turn to God ?
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