Time keeps inching forward,

Slipping through our fingers,

Pulling us farther into mystery.

We never know what to expect,

Anything is possible,

Everything has a time limit.

As I push forward,

Wishing life was limitless,

Wishing life was timeless,

Wishing time would just stop for a while,

Things keep getting harder.

Life is an obstacle course,

We are the runners

Trying to make it to the finish line

The best that we can.

Some obstacles seem to be impossible,

Seeming to be holding us back,

Seeming to pull us off course.

This course of mine,

It's hard to tell

What direction I'm supposed to go.

Ita hard to press on

When everything seems to be

Going in the opposite direction.

The loss of a family pet,

A family member in the hospital,

The pile of unfinished assignments,

The confusion on where

My calling is supposed to be.

I feel so helpless,

I don't know where to turn,

I don't know how to move

Past this difficult course.

Every time the path

Seems to be clear enough ahead,

Another obstacle pops up,

Just harder than the last.

Hands shaking,

I do my best

To try to keep moving forward.

The path isn't easy,

But all I can do is try.

I may not succeed at first,

But I know this feat

Can be overcome

With the right amount of work.

Prayerfully yearning

To make it through this obstacle,

I'm doing g the best I can,

Yet I still feel

Like I'm doing nothing else

But failing everything around me.

The feeling of failing

The people I love,

The feeling of failing

To be at the place

That is best suited for me.

Where am I supposed to be?

Who am I supposed to be?

How am I supposed to be

The best that I can be

If everything keeps falling apart?

How am I supposed to be

The best that I can be

When these obatacles

Seem to be throwing me backwards?

Praying to the Almighty,

The creator of the Earth,

It seems to be leaving me

With more questions than before.

My faith is shaking,

My faith is struggling,

But I'm doing the best that I can

To try to keep my faith.

It may not be easy,

But it's the only thing

That I know is guaranteed.

I keep pushing forward,

Though I'm growing weary.

I keep pushing forward,

Though I'm too weak

To be fighting Much longer.

How am I

Supposed to keep going

When my world is collapsing?

How am I

Supposed to keep going

When the obstacles

Are getting more difficult?

These obstacles that I'm fighting,

They are taking away

Too much of my energy.

I become more and more drained,

Feeling sicker and sicker.

I keep pushing on though,

Trying to make it through

This mess of a life.

I keep pushing forward

In hopes that things

Hopefully start to get better,

In hopes that things

Start to get easier.

But until then,

I have to just keep fighting,

Just keep pushing forward.