TITLE: Storm of the Century By Kenny Blade 01/29/05 |
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Storm of the Century
It’s always out there
Just beyond the life I call my own
The storm of the century
My century
At least the portion of it that I will inhabit
A fury fueled by the indecision of youth
More likely simply poor decisions
Living for what I wanted then instead of what others would need later
Answering all the wrong calls
Returning some when initially missed
Stay focused on this moment
The storm will come ashore
Eventually
All that is left is to fortress the here and now
Yesterday will come
I will not be prepared
I shouldn’t
I have no right to be
All eyes on making ready those who have come since it’s creation
I live my life
The only hope will come into pouring the good that is left into those who will remain
I was wrong
I can’t say it enough to calm the storm
I know You have forgiven
I hope I know
I think I know
I know you know
That must be enough
Repentance not acknowledgement
The storm will come
It will go
In the calm spring sunshine of the aftermath
May the landscape remain as before
Save me
yes
SAVE ME!
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