Monday, March 10, 2014


I'm surrounded by life's blessings
Which way to go is like tug of war
Put together like a sundae 
Topped off with its own dressings
Something made out to be great
Suddenly feels as a chore
My future Lies in my own worn hands
Destiny is waiting for me to show
Like a drug with a million strands
Any way I go there will always be room left for me to grow