no words

I just listened to Five for Fighting's 100 Years...and now Skydiving is on...

I hate that I have all this work I will not be able to get done, not well; I hate I have not kept up with the work and now it is going to swallow me.

I hate that I am a Bible study leader and get to take a class at Corban and have a schedule of my week with "quiet time" in ink every morning, and I haven't done it a single morning since end of August.

I hate that I pay $30,000 a year as if I beleived I were worth it, and I ride the bus 3 times a week with people who are all asking eachother for aspirin, and nobody has any.

It deflates me
watching in my mind
the conversations of last night,
and knowing God's my only shot
but what he's put before me
I choke on before swallowing.
Wish away wish away wish away
100 years will pass someday
why be so distraught now...
is there an easier way...
easy died a long time ago,
ohh...