tell me about me Lord,

since You know me better than i do.

i hate it when grainsofsand arestuckinmy shoe,

especially during a marathon where the clock & shadows never stops. you really want to rest behind that starting line, but you cant bear the gaps. why do all the runners seem to be enjoying the race while you can hardly keep up with the pace. it seems only like yesterday, you say. are you the only one who is holding onto the kite - while everyone has let go and soar to greater heights? is it only one hand waving frantically at thin air? or is an applause heard from the crowd? what is left after the whistles and cheers? maybe only silence that seem quieter than before.

could i be your warrior, Lord?

what makes colours colours - what makes red red, blue blue and green green? who matched red to red, blue to blue and green to green? perhaps you are lookin at my blue and calling it my green, while i say it's red when i see your green?

give me a pure heart and a calm mind.

sure, it's good to climb the stairs - but it is so much easier taking the escalator. after all, you only need half a litre of petrol, 100kg of metal... and what not?

but You are so much bigger than i am.

and i wonder where the helium balloons meet?

i would love to sleep on them.