The book on Jack has me up before dawn has a chance to crack. The wolves of worry came nipping at my feet as I broke from REM sleep, and as I took in the deepest breath they disappeared as the sun crept under my window shade. They never have the courage to talk when I stare directly into their satanic eyes
Worry, worry, worry let go of the need to control the outcomes. Life follows a predestined path. the fact is we have little if any control. Let go and let God.
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