Not knowing how deep it can get.
Your actions are different than things you say,
Thinking you've got it set.
But when it becomes something needed,
Something you can't live without,
Even thought the warning was heeded,
You do it, without a doubt
Over and over you were told to be wary,
'Stay away from it,' they say, 'You'll get in too deep'
You know it'll never get that scary,
A habit, that long, you won't keep.
But soon it turns into an everyday thing,
Your soul develops a filthier hue.
Not ever worrying about the terrible sting,
This penchant would do to you.
Your load gets heavier, day by day,
Another pebble to the mound.
You start to worry if it's ok.
Your life is no more so sound.
Since becoming a slave to the skin,
And not bridling your desires,
You now know, ths game that you'll never win,
Will wound you, not lift you higher.
Pebbles become rocks, rocks become boulders.
Unload these stones, it's a simple task.
Why should we carry all that on our shoulders?
When all we have to do...is ask
--Jennie Winegar--
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