Everyday is a different day.
My thoughts can be alarming.
Everyday I wakeup, if there was no regime
I would be lost. the rest days lost.
I smoke the marijuana, my day goes nothing.
I feel the urge, I feel the need, but I never accomplish,,, anything.
I get things done! but not the true! true calling?
I settle for less, everyday with my calling.
Everyday thought, and everyday felt, everyday written down, and everyday none done
Blank space inside of me, everyday I forget
Reset to the calling, reset, where am I going ?
Sitting here thinking, the marijuana makes me fade
drifts into space, blank mind, no thoughts, no calling.
What am I doing? where am I going? what am I doing? what am I doing?
So hard to change the patterns, keep going, keep going, but for the calling..
keep calling, keep calling, please,,, keep calling…
help me, help me, help me, help me make my calling.
inside of me? its the calling, calling, calling me
Inside me the love I have, the care the joy the peace the love , the truth
all names of love and truth in you
everyday is a different day, a different strength, a different set. I need to fill that space.
I need to feel I need to heal. the marijuana makes me drift away