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Nate Morris

Nate Morris

Runnin' Full On Empty

Runnin’, runnin’, but for what cause
Purpose, meaning
All reasons for pause.
 
Many reflections of what could have been
Knowingly serving no purpose
For I’m held captive by moments of zen.
 
Proud I am of the life I have led
Trying times a plenty
Resolved through prayer while laying in bed.
 
Exhausted I am, but my purpose I now see
More years of runnin’
Runnin’, full on empty.

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