What do you get,
When you have all,
But know you have nothing,
And truly begin to fall?

You have one such as I,
Who can’t decide,
If he should strive,
Or go along for the ride.

Try as I might,
I can’t seem to prevail,
I work and work and work,
And only seem to fail.

Weather its my health,
My education or occupation,
Or relations and friendships,
They all have no duration.

They say its not the end that matters,
Its only the journey on the way there.
I find myself seeing my world changing,
Between the great states of land sea and air.

I have been given many opportunities,
Most of which I have squandered.
Between good and bad,
Right and wrong I have wandered.

I strive to achieve good,
In all I say and do.
Much have I learned,
But lessons I teach so few.

As much as I think I know,
There is so much more I don’t
I guess there is a task for me,
Will I follow along, or won’t.

I am better then many,
But there are legions better then me.
Should I compete with the others?
Nothing worth having is free!!!

I have suffered and rejoiced,
Mourned and celebrated.
I have destroyed time lines,
And new ideas created.

Am I whole?
Or am I shattered?
Am I strong and bold?
Or simply withered and tattered?

Do I pick up the pieces?
Or should I see that I am complete?
Has the puzzle been solved?
Or is there more noise to delete?

Neither you nor I can answer these,
But on the journey the answers come.
For both where we are going,
And the distant land we are from.

I will pick up the pieces,
Knowing full well thing change.
I know I am not complete,
But I have much room to rearrange.

There is time to fix the wrongs,
And time to enjoy what I can.
There is time to do all,
And follow the divine plan.