What I see is beautiful to the naked eye
Not knowing in the end could kill me
I wish to travel into my future and become a spy
What I want is way beyond me
I’m misled by sight and perception
I heard wealth is very ugly, no thanks
Give it to someone else
I see myself as useless…
Who am I to pray because they say it is pointless?
I threw away a roll of wool and begged for a jersey
Carelessly I smacked the hand away but didn’t see the spoon
If I’m a fool maybe I fear the wrong person
The glamour and fame burns like a flame
The word of God relieves me off my sin and shame
Yes I’m technical with my art
But where am I to practice my craft?