When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions

The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody

Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,

Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles

I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,

So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.

Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,

Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?