Psalm 0.23

I am my own shepherd; my wants and desires are what rule me truly,

I make myself wander dry, sandy desserts.

I jump into stormy oceans.

I pour out my soul until it is withered and dry.

I stumble on the path of wickedness towards my own glorious demise.

I do everything I can to stay away from the shadow of death. I constantly live in fear and have nothing to comfort me.

I forsake what you’ve prepared for me and make enemies that look like friends.

I anoint my head with mud and my cup is full of dust.

Surely, sadness and shame shall weigh me down every single day of my life and I should dwell in the ashes of my own making forever.

I can no longer afford to be my own shepherd.