Tuesday, 28 January 2020

My purpose

My purpose I do not know,
My goals I cannot see,
Sailing through life,
I was a happy me.

No worry, for not even a dime,
I lived happily with loads of time.
Nothing seemed wrong and all was right,
Can't remember when did I change my flight.

That one day changed it all,
With a thud the innocence was gone,
I frantically threw my hands up trying to float,
Gasping for air - for a little support.

I am sure God has a plan for me
But why is it that I can't see?

Ok, don't show but please just guide,
Or take me back up that slide,
From where, all I see is clean,
Not a dirt or a spec -nothing, but the sheen..
Of no worry, no expectations,
No desire no frustrations

When you see me, i will still be the happy me,
smiling and talking with childlike glee,
But the storms that you can not see,
Are pulling me..
Yes, they are pulling me.