jakorte's blog

I can make the competition smile
Appear to be in my eyes
I can make my mouth
Follow the lies,
Serve to the best of my ability
But will it ever be enough?

When are we forgiven?
Every day, every minute?
Why does God keep a list at all?

I hated when you would say
That you were “trying�
I wanted you to stop trying
And just do what needed
To be done
And now it’s me
That every night
Asks for forgiveness
Me who keeps
Having to say
I’m trying
And sometimes I mean it
More than other times

I can make it seem
Like everything is ok now
I can make it seem
Like I understand it all
I really don’t
But I’m trying.

jak