Mature walk .

I am growing old in this space of my own.

Self centred and self consumed .

Thinking about myself and others means not so much to me .

I work because I want to eat 

I speak because I want to be known .

I give so I can receive .

This is meaningless .

To live under pits of fear .

To hide your thought from the people .

It's suffocating and  toxicating 

I disbelieve in my belief .

Is there anything like true freedom .

I have failed And failed to be a pleaser 

I am not less than a puppet , ever changing from situation to situation 

I don't know how it is to say no to the things, and that's building up this anger .

Like please someone come and show me the way , am tired and I may not finishe this race .

Then you remind me of your saving grace 

I could not hide .

You din't let me go far from your sight 

You remind me I am your and I you have tattooed my name in your hands 

Knowing you can change me completely .

Help me , my creator and change me 

Make me mature in my actions and my words .

Help me to live a life that is of worth and satisfactory .

For I don't belong to this place, this city is not my home .

You came in my my empty,void, black and white heart and made is exceptionally changed with many flavours and colurs .

And I remember you told me what you yet to do. 

No visions of past .

I come back to you today on my knees,  to you today .