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Who believes in me
I'd like to know?
Who can really see
What I can do?
As I immerse myself in learning
I can't satisfy my yearning
To be noticed and commended,
To be valued and befriended.
The reason I'm despondent
Is I feel a bit redundant.
I'm much inclined to think about myself
As an instrument forgotten on the shelf.
For a nature that's disposed to seek achievement
This fallow time feels something like bereavement.
So, it's time to cultivate my fallow ground
And ask the Lord to pour his blessings down. |