“My Life Is A Vapor.”

I know my time here is short,

But I tend to get off track.

Even now, I feel myself drifting.

Lord, I just want it all back.

Between the graveyard shifts,

And these half-naked, pretty women;

So many Sundays I’ve missed,

My weeks are short one day.

The mind can be sick,

The eyes way sicker;

You’ll never see Satan coming,

He’s sly & way slicker.

He’ll arrive, and leave swifter,

Than tornadoes on a plain;

Lord you SHOULD be disgusted,

I brought you so much pain.

My life is but a vapor;

In the wind, and when I sin;

My days get shorter.

Lord, I want your love again.

My life is not perfect,

As some seem to think;

Though I act like it’s all together,

I live in the coldest climate.

They see me in warmer weather.

Listening is a lost art for me.

I never give my time to people.

I jump right in when I’m being scolded,

And act like im right, when I know im wrong.

“Then who’s to blame, Eli?”

I asked myself often.

Who do I say I love God in private?

Then go outside a different person?

Who am I really?

Silly, trying to decide;

Gotta get to a revelation before my maker says its time…

-Ep