I don’t understand what I’m doing Lord, and I’m sorry.
I don’t quite get these convictions, more like inflictions….and I am sorry.
I respond accordingly, to the burn beneath and I am left wondering what it all could mean…
If this is not you Oh My God, then remove if far from me!
But it comes so naturally, like instinct…a drive..a flow…my heart and soul..intuitively go…
But my mind, my mind questions, jesters..probes…interrupts, arrests…don’t know.
The Undoing of Me 