Watching empty days become life's summation,
Results of poor choices' storm.
My Lord makes clear to me my obligation,
Redeem the time thus change form.
Having nothing against this expectation,
My life I want to reform.
I set out to fulfill my new commission.
These actions I should preform,
But what distress is brought by comparison,
To what I try to conform,
Is far distant from my current condition.