Vintage Boulevard

  I wonder if my actions have cursed me, A soul, once filled with faith. Now I write this with emotions, that many can’t relate.   Someone once told me Take whatever it is you are doing religiously, And you will see the outcome, No matter how hard I try, It seems like my faith is an illusion of my life, Very high when dishing out my deliverables, but squashed with every sight of my income.   In my late 20’s and I really have nothing to show for it but 2 degrees, As I grow hungrier than the previous day lived. Maybe self-doubt is why my filled to the bream cup of faith, Appears to be lacking. Maybe I actually lack faith, and give up after every negative outcome. But, I know I don’t lack faith in myself I know my strengths, and yes I dabble with my weaknesses But, religious or not, Faith has always been the one thing that held together my senses.  

  I wonder if my actions have cursed me, A soul, once filled with faith. Now I write this with emotions, that many can’t relate.   Someone once told me Take whatever it is you are doing religiously, And you will see the outcome, No matter how hard I try, It seems like my faith is an illusion of my life, Very high when dishing out my deliverables, but squashed with every sight of my income.   In my late 20’s and I really have nothing to show for it but 2 degrees, As I grow hungrier than the previous day lived. Maybe self-doubt is why my filled to the bream cup of faith, Appears to be lacking. Maybe I actually lack faith, and give up after every negative outcome. But, I know I don’t lack faith in myself I know my strengths, and yes I dabble with my weaknesses But, religious or not, Faith has always been the one thing that held together my senses.