Let's Write A Poem

Do I feel the fire,
the motivation to try?
Or have I caught the current
that helps me float by?

I trust my 'instincts'
more like His voice
But trust will mean nothing
if I don't make the choice

What is this trial
that I'm going through
Is  it to get up,
to go and to do?

I'm doing what's right
I'm passing the test
but what is that worth
If it's not my best

what can i change?
how can i grow?
what can i do with
the things that i know?

If disciples of Christ
are rooted in discipline
I've got a long way to go
before i can be like Him

I need to make changes
and sacrifice all
i'm feeling the fever
I must answer that call

If this place i'm in
is where i must bloom
Then i want to dive in
and escape my own doom

Grounded Flight

I'm at work and have had a long boring day. I found myself facebooking and decided to do something at least a little more productive (still not work related though, my bad :)
So I decided to write a poem. I started trying with a different format than I usually go for. It didn't work out so well. So I gave it one stanza in my regular form and VOILA! the magic happened and a poem came out that was totally unrelated to the original poem I started.
I have been thinking about how I live my life by logic and my thoughts are pretty structured. I guess this concept has been weighing on my mind a little heavier than i thought! here it goes

Grounded Flight

What happens when your force it?

It just comes out all wrong.

So i'll keep my format

and write a lovely song

What is it about structure

that manages my soul

I live my life by logic

but that makes my life dull

I tried to break the rules once

I tried to just be "free"

but that "freedom" just restrained me

and made it hard to see

I love a real good challenge

I love to try new things

as long as there is binding

to keep me from my wings

It sounds bad that way, i know;

to restrain a natural bird

but how does one write a novel

without learning a single word

With time and patience i'll soar

it has to be that way

'cause rules and regulation

keep the monster at bay

a chance for perfect flight

keeps me on the ground

because when life's played by the rules

true joy can be found