Quick Fix

I live in a
quick fix
kind of world,
where my
habits precede me
and my sins
exceed my better
judgement
day will come-
I will stand on the alter of
god
help me, I kneel and
pray- but I am only quietly contemplating
my next
quick fix.
Cause' this is a give and take
make and break
kind of life
I live,
in the waiting line, shuffling towards the checkout counter
with the rest of the flock-
run home little lamb,
run home.
I do, I run, but my legs only carry me to
the next
quick
fix-
and the next fast meal,
popping quarters into a vending machine-
I never get the right change...
I only get headaches
and bruises on my knees-
run little lamb, run home...