Motives

I look around me
Faint and tired,  I have become
I wonder when my relief would come
In tears,  I cry out to God
With strong conviction,  I promise to be bold
Still..
There is always a loop hole

I'm afraid that on the ground I tread
Are the wildest lions most feared
Yet,  like glue I'm stuck to the ground
Playing the game of hide and seek
When the journey as it seems doesn't seem bleek
And the lions believe their game is rife
The prospects of a beautiful life
Are crushed down
And broken is
My precious  seedling of a little hope
Nothing can be the answer
Even..
Who am I to get high on dope
Motives
My motives

Motives
I'm afraid when I judge my motives
I realised that either I have fooled myself
Or I'm fooling everybody else
There was always a 'motive'  behind
My refusal to accept what  seems perfect
My rejection of what  can lead to a wrong reflection
Of what  I really want- all things  garnished with  the  word perfect

I must realign my motives
Because these little motives are the block to
What can be perfect