I'm running in circles trying to cross a line that isn't there. I'm boxing the air trying to hit someone who isn't there. I'm cashing in my ticket for a ride that doesn't work anymore. I'm up against the wall, striving to stay alive but still thinking of how well I really look today. Everything is out of reach but I'm wasting time on my next ladder today; trying hard to see what I can't behold, running hard to be in first in a winner-less system. My boby can't hold up much longer; I'm on empty with no fuel station for miles. I catch the air & hide it away in my pocket, hoping it will carry me away.... this sunrise looks so familier... it seems I knew the painter once but forget his name. Weak & useless I'm falling off my track... on my knees now... tasting my defeat. I lift my head, stare towards the painters sky... & let out a sigh coded witha message only he could understand. I race off chased by a gun named fear & her bullets of failure... Again I run around & around... trying to earn points for prizes that do not exist. So I run on... running with my good friend familiarity.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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