Ask me where I want to go
I’ll finish telling you before you’re done asking
Ask what I’m doing to get there
And I’ll sigh, my head bowed
And my unspoken response?
Distractions
Some I create
But the majority come by themselves
From God knows where
Some are good after a hard day’s work
But on days my engine is cold
And refusing to start
While miles lay ahead to cover
Distraction is destruction
Some days, it’s not only the engine that’s cold
But the spirit of the driver also is wet with discouragement
But forward is forward
No matter how slow
No matter how hard
Even in tears
We advance!
Mowabites Worldwide 