If I had to eat, then I was a slave to my belly
But if I stole or lied to feed
Then whose slave would I be
And who is the master of my greed
Or has it mastered me
Anxious is the heart of want, unsettled...
Stress Free
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Quickening
In the reading of the law, I came upon the hearing
And so it goes they trembled, but I don't feel a thing
I laid it down unmoved, the book upon the table
I told it to be quiet, and still no angels...
