On and On

On and on we go... through this maze of darkness and uncertainty...

I haven't quite given up, but I'm not sure I'm still in the running.

It's like my life is having a bad hair day.

Is it wrong that I don't want to be part of a family? I am independent--can't you see? I was on my own for years before I met you... and you think I can't survive without you? Like I need to learn at your feet? Yet here, I have food, shelter, warmth... I'd be a fool to walk away, if only for purely physical reasons. No, I'll stay... but I think you've lost me.

On and on we go... come (Lord), take my hand...

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