sometimes i really have no idea what's in the joke book of God's.
maybe in my helter skelter life,
God just spins me around this joke of his
for his entertainment?
i'm at wit's end.
i'm tired.
but i still care.
do i carry on?
i keep falling.
no matter what
i'll pick myself up.
but somehow you were never there.
the only thing that kept me going
was the past.
and hope.
maybe a fool's hope.
i guess this is the end that you wished for..
