The Design
A poem about questioning life
I'll never know why
It's to this earth I am bound
How can I ever fly
If my chains keep me on the ground?
How can I use my heart
To follow all my dreams
If both are torn apart
And ripped at all the seams?
How can I keep on going
If life is only guessing?
There's no way of knowing
If it's a curse or it's a blessing
Shake the things you think
Make it not worth another day
When you're on the brink
Drop to your knees and pray
God will hear your call
And show you all the signs
God won't let you fall
You're part of the design.
About the Creator
Frank Ezernack III
I'm a production manager at a pallet factory in Pennsylvania. I write poetry in my free time as a hobby and a passion. It's an honor to be able to share my work with you all! I write on a wide variety of subjects and themes. Enjoy!
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Comments (1)
So good. 💓💓