Some moments, when your with God, they seem so perfect, flawless, beautiful.
and then there are those moments when you forget God,
use your own poor judgment,
let me be frank.
when you screw it up.

and then you wonder how you got there.
because just minutes ago,
you where with God.
how does that all work, I guess you could call it free will.
but I didn't choose to say what I did.
I just did it, I guess without thinking.

you know when think something, and have no intention to say it,
but then you realize you just blurted it out.
and then you feel some what liberated,
and some what idiotic.
that's an odd feeling.