Groundhog day until I appreciate my surroundings, count blessings, stop murmuring stop complaining, hard to do in doubt should I trust my own understanding although it’s a lost route?
Been on the road of circles, booby traps, hurdles, speak allegiance with my lips but very nervous, self-sabotage seems to be my favorite purpose, constantly attacked by thoughts I’m unfit for service.
Lord rescue me from mirror island, I pray you’re not sick and tired from my misfiring, desiring everything but your kingdom first, wondering why I constantly feel unsatisfied, soul thirsts for you arms open wide, no reason to withhold affection or hide.
Emotion Dough 