Why Can't I Change? Poem by Gerald Opio

Days go by
Months come and go
Years fly
Time passes by so fast
But I remain the same
The old dullsville life
Stays evident
All the days of my life
I try as much as I can
But malice has an addiction
Appended to it
it's grasp as tight as
An eagles claws
When it grips it's prey
Sin has a touch of pleasure
That engrosses your mind
Entices it and manipulates you
Till you fall victim
Against your own will
You end up doing
Exactly what you don't
or never agree with
Thus canal desires seem stronger
When the spirit is weak.