My life is riddled with questions!
What to do?
Where to go?
When will it end?
How will it finish?
My life is complicated.
But whose isn’t?
My life is my life!
And I can only worry about my life!
I cannot worry about others,
I can only worry about mine!
I don’t know where to go!
When to go!
When will it end!
How will it finish!
I do not have the answers
I can only hope that He knows.
That when I am a wrinkled mess
That He has allowed me to fulfill my life’s dreams.
It is cloudy now
At times it seems as though the confusion will not cease!
That I will be stuck with uncertainty,
But in faith, faith I must believe.
That my life, when it ends, will not have been for naught,
And here I sit, past midnight!
Tired but unwilling to sleep
Worrying about what it all means.
When in truth, my life has been written
It has been written way before I was born.
So why worry?
Why not let it be?
Why not…