The Trouble with Determination

A will, a way; mouse or man,
Control yourself! If you really really can…
What’s wrong with me?
Yes! I want to stop.
And I’ve tried. God, how I’ve tried.
I asked God to help me stop,
to give me the missing willpower.
Still I persist, miserable, ugly,
dying, insane. Insane.
It can’t be a lack of spunk!
Anything else I tackle,
I doggedly see through.
If backbone worked,
I’d be home free!
The trouble with tenacity
is the source, the me.
God can’t help me when
I’m in his way. Insanity
trumps determination.
Copyright: airdone