Up and Doing

    Hello, to anyone reading this. I sometimes wonder if anyone reads these things I post but I guess that most successful people probably had the same insecurities. I'm supposed to be in bed dreaming dreams about Sunday Service and other wonderful things but here I am, sitting in the living room, writing this... With a torchlight. The light *cough*.. I mean generator went off about an hour ago and I don't expect any electricity till 7:30pm tomorrow, when the gen comes on. Poor guy, the gen I mean.
    I feel awfully melancholic tonight. Have you ever felt this way? Sigh.. I dunno where this is going, I hardly do when I write, I just Idina Menzel my way through. I write on paper first before I type. Partially to improve my handwriting and partially because I flow better that way. I just hope someone who reads this can relate. I hope I brighten someone's day or put a smile on a face or two when they realize they're not really alone.. That someone out there feels the exact same way.. . Unsure of how they feel. Sigh... The dogs are barking again.
    Then maybe these are just the mindless rants of a young woman in Lagos, Nigeria who feels melancholic at this very moment. My solution? I'll talk to God about it, play music, dance, drink water and go to bed. What's your solution?

I should just do what you asked.
But I am a coward
Buying time with borrowed money,
Money I can never pay back
To play a dangerous game.
A gamble.
A risk with no wins in sight.
But I'm getting blinded all over again,
By the glamour,
the glitter of what isn't gold,
Of what won't last.
The urge is as strong as the pull.
The notion of drowning in you
but I know it is all a lie.
The game was over before it started,
because I dared to play.
I dared to gaze on that tree so forbidden.
Because I dared what shouldn't have been.
I should do what I said,
I should let you go,
I should walk away,
but cowards don't do what they should.