Carriage and Composure,
Steady keeps me going
Even when I’m not so sure
where the road leads and
where the river of life is flowing.
When I talk to the world
It sounds like I have it figured out.
When I talk to myself
I can’t seem to figure anything out.
Somehow I know everything I’m not,
And little about who I am.
Everybody knows me, except me
Nobody knows me, except me.
Identity crisis.
Self-discovery & Purpose,
Questions needing answers.
Manifesting answers didn’t satisfy me.
Running on a refill of motivational juices,
Somehow I know everything I want
And little about who I am.
But now everybody that knew me,
Sees a new me, and it all makes sense
Because I found my Identity in Christ.
My Desires 
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