Saturday Ramblins, Vol. 2, No. 4 (February 20, 1999)

This morning I woke sure of my plan
So carefully thought out this day.
A prayer, a miracle, an attitude that I can
Will my actions help or will it be something I say?

A dark road awaits me with a deep tunnel to ride,
The rainbow of answers will come to me.
I make the best of the journey and take it in stride.
A perspective, a direction, a solution I will see.

Where am I and who have I become?
Who is this person I rent?
On the outside so calm and happy and content...
But inward so lost, confused of the plan and wondering what this is all from.
Have I no reasoning, persuasion, or consent?

I know what I want to be
And want to predict my destination.
Oh, is that God talking to me?
Where am I heading with my new fascination?
Will I ever be where I want to be?