07/01/2021
For half of the day, I work passionately. The other half I cry; what is happening to me? Do I intend to live passably? Arguably, I do sometimes live cowardly, not intending to be the best that my eyes could see.
God, who is watching over me, break me free of this illusion - confusion is overtaking me - cause I've been singin' n', prayin' n' writing about it and every time I wake up, I have him laughing about it: "Ha, Ha, Ha!".
It's like a fusion between the things you think and wanna think about. It's like you don't wanna lose the things you oughta live without. I just pray to God that I don't fall out.