I am a sinner

My Life is moving without no guidance 

Its like a marry go round without a controlled host 

It just keeps spinning and spinning 

I wish this was just a story, fiction of course 

But its more like real poetry 

& this pain and confusion keeps pouring, overflowing my boundaries 

Blowing my patience like a needle against the balloon 

I feel like a fish in a tank the size of a babies shoe 

Im running out of air and I yearn for more room 

Tho I try & I try but I still feel dumb founded 

Must I be the only one God has grounded? 

Searching for answers its like playing with Waldo 

Must God be so high in the sky that my questions don't fly too?

Or is it his answers don't fall through?

Well, I don't know what appalled you...

But all this is so odd like a triangular ball 

I pray not to fall like the end of a river 

I am thankful for everything like the plate thats for dinner 

For give me my Lord for I am a sinner