Karl Travis's writings

When you told me that you could feel the disconnection between us, and that deep down you always knew that if I could, I would walk away; you showed me that I'm not alone.  You showed me that you do understand me.

It's not that I always feel that way, but lately It's like God had to take us back in time to when all I used to wear was green dickies and white t-shirst, and all of my thoughts were thoughts of escape.

I've lost my drive.

All passion has escaped me.

I'm left in the absence of who I used to be.

Everything has changed and I've forgotten who I am.

I've lost my life,

and that's what I was trying to do,

and now that I've done that I wonder,

what's next?

All of my intentions and motivations were wrong.

I see that now.

I was wrong.

And now the past is dead

I wish I could just be a God robot.

That would be so easy.

Then I would always do the right thing.

I would always hear His voice clearly,

and obey Him immediately.

There would be no more struggle between

right and wrong,

good and evil,

spirit and flesh.

There would be no more trials,

no more temptations,

no more pain.

Yah,

"I'd rather go to hell than ride this bike!" he said.

I stopped to see if he needed some help.  I was on my way to work, riding my bike; he was trying to get his bike to work.

"I hate this bike!" he said, "Do you want it?"

"No thanks." I said.

"Here, take it!" he said.

I lifted up my hands and smiled, "I can't ride two."

He broke me like a window.

He crushed me like a piece of chalk.

He cracked me like a sidewalk.

And I can still feel His hand say, "I love you." as he smashes my face into the ground, asking, "Are you done?  Have you had enough?  Do you give up?"  And all I can say is,

"Yes."