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My thoughts flow like stream of never ending water.the urge to sit still is a neverending game in my heart mind and soul Yet any attempt is a effort made in vain And as a resistance to myself I cry out in pain In pain and frustration without and inch of gain. Oh father, where are you What will I do when you're gone I can't bear this weight you pulled, my body makes a fugal attempt and falls at any hindrance My soul feels me to push further. It is only me who rows this boat. My heart sinks with every negative in my human experience. Pain, frustration, fear and sadness I can feel every inch of it. Where is my mind? In a pit, not left lonely but accompanied by questions. Who will answer these? I was told God. But I haven't heard him. My father is the closest reflection of his voice I have. How I adore him but have no true presentation of that feeling in my actions. My body, mind and soul shimmer violently with no control as I move forward. The holy Spirit beams through the 3 but in a broken outline and shape. The only means of resistance I have left is God. It's an answer that is the only right one. Where is this boat going. I don't know. But I'll do more than row