Reflections in the night, poem.

If you know what this poem's about, don't take it too seriously. I was working through my feelings tonight and this is what came out of it. A walk through my feelings. Let me know what you think. I think it's very glorifying to God and not at all defined by misery because it points to how I focused on Him tonight and ended up calm and reassured in several ways. It helped me, as was its purpose.
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What makes me stand, what makes me fall?
What makes me continue to give it my all?
What can convince me to ditch all my pride
And hang on for one rocky emotional ride?

Am I at peace, or a loaded gun?
I'm locked down and chained and have nowhere to run.
You can tell me I'm Saved and it's cool, no regrets
But that don't calm the storms inside of my chest.

There are so many things that I wanted to say
And enjoy and endure and be carried away
But time pleases no one for long, said the Man
And it don't pay to cling to your sweet, selfish plans.

Explain: can chains bind me not one time, but ten?
I lose that small, golden key now and again
And in hope for a new thrill and deeper connection
I plunge blind into webs of ceaseless deception.

When did it happen, when did it come?
It came when I thought that without you, I'm done.
No, you weren't the cause of deception above...
Instead Satan planned and he fooled us with love.

What kind of label fit just how I felt?
Electrically charged and quite helter-skelt.
"Attached" and "addicted" depleted my wit
But "selfish" I choose as the best word to fit.

Look at your life, George, remember your worth.
It was not long ago you received a new birth!
Come now, remember, I'm Father and Son
Not a weak, little Helper who's simply no fun.

You can cry all you want to, sure, pain is legit!
But instead of this pitiful sham of a skit
You can live a real life with passion inside
And such that you simply won't want it to hide!

What will you find? Only Time will tell.
Surely and truly you must'nt want Hell!
It may be a woman, or not! Do not fear
You mustn't control what you hold to most dear.

For though you did fail and your "fool" won out
You shouldn't forget what it IS all about.
It is Me and the choice of what you love most
So pick Me, dear boy, or you surely shall roast.

So laugh! And now rise, for in humor I jest
To put sparkle in your eye and a flame in your chest.
Now delighted, at peace, and so happily caught
You will surely receive what your heart has sought.
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Don't steal this please, if you think anything of it as being a good poem.