shattered puzzle shards.

Into your hand
I commit again
With all I am
For you Lord


left with a mere week now. but my concentration's as low as a disinterested toddler. guess complacency's set in since it's the first time that i've managed to cover a chunk more than a week before. intellectual challenge?
meeting up with munch after eons was certainly the best thing that happened in a long time. all the catching up and telling her stuff allowed me to reflect.. it made me realize how much jc has changed me. braced me for the future.. threw reality in my face. the simple fact that not everyone will be like sc ppl with that much tact, and i cannot keep creating inner expectations. surroundings change, ppl change and circumstances sway in accordance to happenings. maturing and seeing the present in an all new perspective.
inspiration for compositions dawn on me momentarily and then fade off.. sometimes i wonder if i string those few lines which spring into my mind each time, would i form up a nice poem? or would it just be a disjointed mess of words?
sounding like i just rose from the grave, in a hoarse manly low gruffy kinda way. i hope i fight it off soon otherwise it'll be a far from ideal week with interrupted-weird-dream filled nights while in torturous agony.
better off mute.

All the heavens shout Your praise
Beautiful is our God
The universe will sing
Hallelujah to You our King