Self

Here is a more recent poem that I wrote tonight. I think it's a great start to describe my twenties (you know the whole 3 years or so of it).

Self

Can I choose to live dogmatically?
I see the answer’s no,
How can I live a rigid life?
When things just ebb and flow.

There’s some that I would die for,
Truths to uphold,
But for all that I would perish for,
Not all have I been told.

The truth of a Savior,
I see it’s worth a life,
A truth that’s gripped my heart, my mind,
Worth all the earthly strife.

But others worth dying for?
I’ll only see in time,
For in the joys and challenges,
Myself I hope to find.