The Year Of Jordan
Do you know how hard It is to be 22? Having a minimum wage job, a mother that doesn't understand why you can't get a better one, and a spirit that just about had enough of everything. You'd think I'd be walking on air, but I'm not. I'm still trying to find myself in the desert. The sun's to hot, the wind isn't any better, and all these mirages of opportunity keeps getting the best of me. What am I supposed to do? I'm lost. The only thing faith does is keep me from giving up, but I need more than that. I'm in a sand storm, so I can't really see where I'm going. It's crazy how the night is my only comfort. In the dark where I don't have to hide my worries. It already knows, it already shows, and it always holds me down. This year it has to change. This year is the year of miracles, the year of overflow My jordan year. Things will go up in my favor. I just have to wait and not give up. I'll finally find the jordan.











