Running On Faith

I have often found myself sinking in the quagmires of life; Horrified as many I traveled with accepted its inevitabilities I would often relive each circumstance minute by minute; Hoping somehow it would help me to understand but it never did. Somehow I seem to be serving an apprenticeship and I seem expected of. Some I've lost to the tangled webs of lies and deceits; And some asked me to stay there with them but I never would. I am obligated; there’s always more and there’s always others In those times when I was alone I would sometimes try to commune with nature Many were the times I would call out to the winds; hoping they might hear; “Can you hear me” “I still think of you:” “Maybe I was careless; I’m sorry” I appear indentured somehow; But to what end and when does it end; is this yet but punishment? To that I have yet to find any conclusive answers; so with few other choices; I go running on faith; what else can a poor boy do?