Somewhere In Between

Confusion really is an understatement For what I now feel Just what is real? I'm somewhere in between youth and dreams, Is it my ending? Or my beginning? Some might call it middle age - the upper end, I'm now in my prime But all the time I'm speeding towards my destiny, My destination As yet is unknown. I believe in God, and even as a child I knelt in prayer, Found solace there But church, a stone building, can crumble, And the church people Can be deceptive. I'm somewhere in between excitement and fear. Thoughts of leaving hurt, Will I convert My soul; but what is that exactly? I wonder is it saved For future journeys?