Archive | August 2014

Little drops

An infinite number of drops
fight their way through the sea
climbing up
jumping around
striking shore is what they want
but the shore stays out of reach,
little drops on the beach.

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This time I can’t tell.

Sometimes,
it’s hard to tell
what path is right for me.
Which way do I go?
Which one do I choose?
Sometimes,
you make it easier O Lord,
you make it clear as day
the choice I should make
but not this time.
This time I can’t tell
what is better for me,
what I should choose,
what you want me to do!

Help me O Master of the universe,
’cause this time
I can’t tell.