Poem By: Raymond Bundotich

Give me control; else I'll take it;
Have a look, if you see a fool maybe you have me confused for a mirror
I have no excuses
I'm just a man; nothing, just a man
I got a pile of regrets locked away in my closet and piles of skeletons to go with it
Together, you get the bitter taste that's me;
See I'm on a mission; a mission to rescue redemption before it's lost into oblivion
I can see it in the horizon it's almost out of reach
I have no time, it's now or never
I can't afford even a second to play your little games of who's the bigger man between us
It's alright, you are God if it's what you wanna be just give me control;

Ray... I like this clever way you describe self acceptance... limits... and taking control ... it's what i see anyway... good write...

Never complain, never explain...Good job...

no complains no excuses...hehe...i like. simple clear...very little words but very big words

thanks Athena