My shaking hands

My shaking hands

a song about striving

by Joel Howard

Twitch, rattle and sweat

A great big batch of regret

I haven't begun yet but

I've already failed in my mind

This earnest yet ugly, sad yet so me

Weak and homely sense of striving

This costly waste as I, in haste,

spend my days striving

Waiting for permission to finally give in

and be who I'd be without striving

I actually think I can earn the air I breathe

Buy the things I need from heaven

I actually believe your work in me

Is a result of my striving

Striving is my favorite never-ending recipe

sending me endlessly diving

into the wasteland of nothing that I am

stealing my joy every day

Why O why am I this way?

With my hands shaking I pray

You are breaking this striving