Happy birthday to me! (Belated, of course… everyone knows how proactive I am about posting in a timely manner here.)
I wrote a bit of poetry in my fake-NF style of rhythmic verse, contemplating the significance of yet another solar orbit in the books.
Forty Two, that’s what’s new,
another birthday to-do
Another year goin’ through the same old-same old, it’s true
That the life that I’ve been livin’ isn’t different or new
And the difference that I’m wishin’ for seems farther from view
Forty years in the desert and I’m still wandering
Like the disobedient children and I’m still wondering
If the gods that I have fashioned out of gold and the bling
Are any better than the One whose voice I hear thundering
Telling me bout everything that I’m unwilling to see
Telling me to drop the thing that is burdening me
All the weight and all the pressure when I can’t even breathe
‘Cause I’m hoarding all my treasure in this life that I lead
Making everything I do about the comfort I seek
Using everyone around me for whatever I need
So the focus of my life is centered all about me
Maybe that’s the reason why it’s so dissatisfying
Because it’s not what I’m about at least in words that I speak
And the conflict ‘tween my words and actions makes me feel weak
‘Cause I know that I’m not reachin’ for the top of the peak
Man, I’m lucky if I take a step toward somethin’ unique
Nah, I’m carried with the flow along the path that is wide
And no matter how I try to reach the other side
It still feels like I’m strugglin’ to keep it alive
When I’m slippin’ on my sin and then I’m starting to slide
Askin’ why I’m givin’ in and why I haven’t tried
To restrain myself and focus more with all of my might
And to lay ahold of all the goals I dream when I write
All the things I say I want to do that’s passin’ me by
And another year around the sun, man, time really flies
And the list of what I haven’t done keeps growin’ in size
So I write another poem full of verses and lies
How this time I gotta change and finally realize
All the effort it’ll take to take ahold of the prize
Sure, I’m gonna make a difference, now it’s time to arise
And to run with some endurance while I’m fixin’ my eyes
On the Author and the Finisher of what I describe
As the source of all the strength in me that keeps me alive
But if faith ain’t got some works then it’ll never survive
And by definition work is hard so I gotta strive
To stop shirkin’ every burden, leaving efforts deprived
Of the power and the diligence that they need to thrive
So I write all of this down in hopes that maybe I’ll see
That the only one to blame is who I don’t want to be
And I’m starin’ in the mirror and he’s lookin’ at me
Sayin’ “Hey, let’s make a bet, tell me if you agree
That you’re not quite ready yet to make the changes you need
So don’t waste my time with stuff that you don’t even believe
Don’t act like you’ve got what it takes to take down me
Let’s just put a pin in this ‘til you turn forty three.”