Samaritan - Indecision

Just a man… imperfect…vulnerable

Why can’t my words be seen for what they are

An expression of my ongoing struggle

I am not your culture

I am not your shelter

I am not your addiction

I am not your solution

Running with my head down

The blood fills my mouth — the sting fills my eyes

Dying to avoid the sight of the endless struggle

To find an end to this passion play of which we’re all a part

The depths we’ll fall to, for the love of

Don?

t want to carry it anymore — the weight on my shoulders

Your hands around my neck

Not seen as an attempt to dig deeper with myself

And now it’s my cross to bear