Downtrodden

Lord I wish to be what you want me to be

And yet, I fall short

I get distracted by the twinkling lights

I am confused by the web of words that cross my paths

And incidents so trip me up

And I spill good spirit from the cup

And waste much time in the mopping up

I see others zooming past "from glory to glory"

But I feel like cinderella 

Never dressed good enough for the ball

Inside my heart I want to dance

Held in your arms

Delighted in your trance

Your higher ways

But instead I find myself pushed farther away

From my Ancient of Days

Beaten down by the people in the Market Place

Disqualified from some sort of race

And spat upon my face

I run along in rags

And collapse in a heap

I hear my voice and it sounds like a goat

Instead of your once endeared shullamite sheep

The Lover of my soul evades me

And why shouldn't he when I feel this fugly

My tears create a mocking pool

It reveals a cake of dust and trickles of grime

I fret my entire existential pursuit

Has been some morbid pantomime