When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.

That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?

If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much

Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles

Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,

I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to

Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right

Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,

I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,