Translating Life

did i make it all up inside my head, again? did i write my own book instead of following the greater plan? should i have walked towards the future? heaven knows, i ran. destiny plays her tricks on me. i want to believe my mind perceives reality as it is. disenchanted with the actuality of existence. jaded from years spent translating life into something my soul could comprehend. and it's still hard to understand just what it all means. but i'll wait for the breeze to push me along and i'll stand in the storm to become strong. i'll stay in the garden and eat from the tree of life. maybe then i would have enough time.