Everyday Prayer

Well it always comes to this
so busy living life
I become the God of my own storyline
and with excuse after excuse
about having no time for you

I run round in circles til I stop for breath

I sit down to decide, to plan, regroup, re-strategize
having forgotten it`s no use
so of this tangled mess of strands that I`ve made of my life
let me pick the path that pleases you

Well it`s wonder that tonight
like so many nights
with a vengeance sister sleep eludes me still
trying to be the mastermind
fogetting there`s a line
between letting and letting go the wheel

But after all these years you`re still here
I can see you now
crossing your arms
shaking your head
like a parent to a child
I spy a gentle smile as you
let me pick the path that pleases you