(Phone Rings)
Receiver: Hello how may I help you
Caller: You better come down to the yard, I'm waiting for you, We are going out
Receiver: Who came up with that idea? I do not remember agreeing to anything like that
Caller: No you did not but you'll get us late if you are not here in a second
Receiver: I ah...,,
Line goes off
Caller sits in thought
Why would people make decisions for me
Am I so weak that I cannot make my own decisions
How am I benefiting by going out
Does it please God
Is this what I want
What if my mother knew of what I'm doing would she be pleased
Who am I
What's my purpose on earth
This questions lingered her mind
She had no answers
Had she given people too much power over her Life
Was she going to turn round and reject the sweet but earthly offer
Yet again, those are not flesh desires
What does the spirit want
It is loud enough to speak out
But had she been feeding her spirit?
She knew it was wrong yet she went ahead
She knew it could sadden the smallest inner voice
Yet the loudness of the music could not allow the little voice to be audible and heard
She's just a girl who wants to live
But is it the right way to live?
On an earthly perspective yes it is (Y.O.L.O)
But on a spiritual perspective it's just absurd
You serve your God in your youth
So my friend I will not go
Though it will never come,
Maybe next time
