Form of faith

My life is an alarm clock

Wake up, wake up!

One event to the next,

I must be reminded so

That I don't forget

I am a constant process

That I could consider progress,

But in honesty,

It's all in how you see it.

I am unmotivated passion

And it's burning this whole through

Parts of my skin in patches

And sometimes the fire's so hot,

I forget how all of this happened

I'll see it when I believe

But in faith, I must achieve

Faith.

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