Confounded

Am lost, petrified, mortified Just the thought of the future haunts my mind Knowing that your path’s becoming so obscure Not a good word about it u can find! Torn between the lines, and pages Of this book we call our life’s story That all this happiness we are told comes with it Is nothing short of an old memory That haunted you all your life That changed the very purpose you held so dear And from this one verse All you read was, doubt, confusion… Fear! “Past actions mold us!”… They said “God has a purpose for all”, they proclaimed “There’s always a way”, they whispered Didn’t take into events that it always rains And when it does, Those past actions haunt you And deep in your mind you get lost Can’t tell if all this is a lie or the truth Now am stuck in a corner And you are left wanting more But this is all I can share Until of my own future I am sure!