Choices

I don't know what it means, but as I drove away from the music and their laughter, I was torn.

I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel

At the thought of being on call tomorrow, and the day after. At the thought of everything that has transpired over these last few weeks, and these last few years.

At my present, and my past.

And there was nothing I would have liked more dearly than to go home and pick up my sabre, and my bible.

But I made my choice, and here I am, in the office, paying for my Sins with a neverending audit.

Here I am, oh Lord.

I am your servant, once more.