These days, it feels like I’m living on borrowed time.
And my credit line keeps extending, with interest piling up to a fine.
Sometimes I give excuses, and I borrow time.
Other times, I’m ready to give up and cross the line.
But whenever reality sets its deadline.
Again, I start to feel like I’m living on borrowed time.
My mind tells me it’s my crimes
My spirit tells me it’ll be fine
My body waits for it to rhyme
While the clock ticks borrowed time.
When I rebel & ignore signs
When I’m in doubt & wasting time
Somehow you still make everything align
Just to remind me that You created time.
My Desires 
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