I’m sick of it all

Day after day it’s the same

Is it still me I ask, look, smell, and talk the Same.

Where did I went wrong,

Please lord help me I really don’t feel the same.

Friends and family are all calling me insane, saying im not the same.

How could this be?,once happy now sad.

Things around me are no longer the same,

My movements and meditation not quet the same.

Sometimes I feel life, it’s a dream or even a game,

Then its back to reality, feeling the same.

Life aint the same

As I walk on this place call earth,

It’s like my existance  isn’t the same

As of before, I keep saying to myself cant I feel like the guy I used to be.

Why Why Why?, can’t I be the same,

Switch my life to become a different person.

Thinking it would all be the same.

Which is why I strayed away from my God,

Now Im feeling all distorted and lame.

I want to trood the righteous path once again

Feeling the same,

Strength, courage, and wisdom is what I am.

I fell short and stumble upon evil doers along my way.

Runing and laughing with the devil,

Doing as others,to me it was all the same,

Living life to the fulliest as they say.

Having time for no one or nothing, but idleness.

To me being busy was all there was,not even time for God.

But if being busy means:”Being Under Satan’s Yoke”.

Then I would pass on that, I would rather be me

A God fearing son onto my Father.

Now I feel the Same.

By: Keston Peters