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Click hereConfessions ......Wanting the Unknown
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I've grown tired of lies, of secrets, and denying.
Of a life lived in falsehoods, pretexts, and lying.
Most nights I go without sleep; I lie restless and crying.
People's thoughts play in my mind; most labeling, hypocritical, and prying.
I'm existing, not living; without harmony or love in my soul.
I'm a sum of my parts, but never feeling quite whole.
I'm submissive not in life, but in my being and soul;
Only now seeing how painfully boundless it is in its' toll.
I will never declare or confess my true feeling;
My body and my heart will go without healing.
Alone through my life I must stroll,
Never having the love or the knowledge of being in One's control.
A Master is what I seek. I beg and hope for.
I can't wish, ask, or want from life very much more.
A hand to control me, to allow me to be who I am,
A Master who will teach me, guide me, and include me in his plan.
Sometimes words reveal true directions in the journeys we take. Hopefully in the long run, patience will reward you with those things you seek.
Matt