impulses

fighting with my thoughts, to eat the bucket of ice cream.

my heart is racing backwards.

I gotta fight it, but it seems my impuleses are strong, but I got will power.

I have to find where I belong, but my thoughts they have gone sower.

so here I stand, o.k. I"m really sitting.

impulsed vs will power, o.k, you must be kidding....

you must fight for your freedom.

peace can wait a sec.

mind is really crowded.

rhymes are not intact.

this poem sounds real conceded.

but its for my fellow impulse peopes.

will power is not strong without christ.

and oh here comes the peace.

so here I sit, there, I said what I"m actually doing.

fighting my impulse grit, now I se the recruiting.

R.M.

(this poem is up for grabs to any one who wants to rewright it. have fun.)