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Friday, October 17, 2008

Well it always comes to this,
so busy living life,
I become the god of my own storylines;
and with excuse after excuse
about having no time for You,
I run round in circles til I stop for breath

I sit down to decide, to plan, regroup, re-strategize,
having forgotten it's no use;
so of this tangled mess of strands that I've made of my life,
let me pick the path that pleases You.

Well it's no wonder that tonight,
like so many nights,
with a vengeance Sister Sleep eludes me still;
trying to be the mastermind,
forgetting there’s a line
between letting and not letting go the wheel

But after all these years You're still here--
I can see You now,
crossing Your arms, shaking Your head,
like a parent to a child
I spy a gentle smile as You
let me pick the path that pleases You

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I always listen to that whenever I feel the need to let go of something, be it myself or someone else. I can never figure out the true meaning of the song. In one line it sounds like a song for God, another line sounds like a song about breaking-up and another line sounds like letting go of someone once and for all.

If you were expecting some entry about how I'm dreading the day of enlistment, I'm not. I realized the more I think of it, the more anxious I'm going to become, so I might as well not think about it.

I hate it that I have to celebrate my birthday in camp. No way on earth am I going to let them know about my birthday. When you grow old...birthdays are just like any other day because time does not specially stop for you and you flow within the rivers of time just like anyone else.

Just Because
11:55 PM

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