better.

I'm not perfect
& I don't want to let that fact steer me away from driving towards perfection.
God tends to gift those good feelings,
Feelings of worthiness,
Like I'm forever blessed.
So who do you think gifts me the feelings when I feel a mess?
His name doesn't even deserve to be in this poem,
so ill let you guess.
His notions disturbs me
Cause he can take me away from heavenly states and show me an ugly reality I live in waking me up to situations I don't want to be in.
Blinded by his persuasions,
As I fall victim in his deceptions,
Calling on the Lord to get me out!
Sometimes I fear the most high is fading away,
Like an analogy of volume descending.
I know people who don't believe,
and they love to tell me its all in my head.
Maybe it is, Maybe it isn't,
I know I run this right here.
Persistence in personal missions will get me there.
To goals that have never been seen,
Maybe one day I will see my dreams,
Take pictures of them and post them to my facebook page. For it is my ambition I can never let fade away. So Ill constantly call and pray for better days.
As my only challenge will be to take the action to achieve...


(Better will always be a magnificent destination)