My mind is battling an obstacle course,
of some sort of;
Impatience and frustration,
from this temporary depression that I’m facing.

Young and restless with no guiding light.
Just holding on to my faith that’s no where in sight.

Faith of a mustard seed,
fighting away these devilish ways that’s in me.
I feel something’s the devil is were my strength be.
Underneath a rock and a hard place.
With the rock floating in my soul.
That’s why some-things, I could be so cold.

I’m numb on painful situation’s that’s grown old.
I guess that leads to the Old Testament song.
“THIS LITTLE LIGHT OF MINE, I ‘M GONE LET IT SHINE.”
Never knowing that shining could be blinding,
especially in the wrong spot light.

But who will ever know what true wrongs can be.
When you stealing to feed your baby.
It’s hard trying to make ends meet.
Meet the criteria of the government sinners.
Hoping that you may have heat to face the winter season.
When the last candle light go out,
It’s no time to break down on your knees to pout.
With only 1 of your senses gone out.
Hearing is believing,
Tasting is sensation,
Touching is knowing,
So you can smell your way out,
Of these obstacles’ we cry about.