I wait; as I desire to be a champion!
I sit back, while others decide my fate.
I delude myself into wasting my time,
Running out the clock, so I will no longer
Need to deal with the things that I fear.
Another day older and not one wit wiser.
Who am I kidding? Nothing will get better
Without making it so. If God did it all for me,
I would be weakened for all future attacks...so
I need to deal with the things I fear.
The good ole'days that I will look back on
Are today, for better, or worse.
It is in the power of my hands
To pray through the risks, overcome the fears,
So my conscience will be clean at the end of my days.
The End
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