These Wasted Years

Time has pondered me.
Still I'm not fully diligent in the way
I would like to be.
I glance over my shoulder,
to see what I've become.
I became a selfish person
towards my resentment fun.

Set me free from my choas,
set me free from the pornography.
I need to keep my self in content,
to realize my life's intent.

School was a choice,
learning was even better;
God! Lord Jesus,
What keeps me in my shame,
what keeps me here, what keeps me in my cell?
These wasted years, the wasted self,
did I even look to see pasted my self?