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A Mess of Things


Man, have I made a mess of things.
I do what I feel is the righteous thing to do,
but others seem to suffer.
The last thing I wanted was to hurt another,
another you and you and you and you,
hurt my father, hurt my mother,
hurt this one, hurt that one, too,
hurt my sister and hurt my brothers,
hurt my child, hurt my daughters,
hurt their mom for starters,
hurt their trust, hurt their love,
hurt my in-laws, hurt my wife!

Enough! Enough! Enough!
I've done plenty hurting in my life!
Done more than my fair share, right?

I've had enough, as have all the others,
been tumbling long after I started stumbling,
plummeting to the bottom without a hold on the top,
slamming head first into truth, couldn't stop,
hadn't the will, hadn't the brakes, didn't have the wings!

I tried flying, I tried dying, see?
Even tried living my newfound belief!
Enough! Enough! Enough! Enough!

Clarinet warbling and drum thumping,
violin weeping and guitar strumming,
holding me up in the pain-filled air!
Didn’t know where I was, didn't really care!
O! Bang the drums! Bang those drums!
Bang on ‘em ‘til the echo comes!

Regret yesterday and tomorrow
moving over the truth of Love,
the truth of who I am! O! No!
Who I am compared to who I was,
flying and dying, boom boom bam!
It’s not too late, I’m a reborn man,
Who I should have been years ago,
Before this, the surge of my great sorrow!

Enough. Enough. Enough!
I’m done with that man,
I’m not the man I was,
I'm the man I am,
Peace and Laughter,
my Lovely Love’s ever after!

Boom boom…

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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