What have I bought into
My world is sprilling out of control
And all that I can turn to
Is that habit in control
My life is not my own
And yet I come back time again
And yet I know I’m crucufied
I know this thing must end
And when will I but learn
When will I be justified
And when will I be free
From this sin I can’t abide
And yeat I lead myself
Into temptation now and then
And still I’ll aways be indebted
Time and time again
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2 comments
Not a crap poem, a really good poem.
Thanks :’) my poetry usually gets bad reviews.