The Absence of Certainty

I am often worried.
Anxious.

There are not so many difficult things to think about,
not so many things I must worry about.
And yet I get worried.

If I am being honest with myself, I don't think I am well right now.

There was something that happened today that I should really be happy about,
and which I'm actually happy about,
but still...

Last Sunday has been great,
I'm very much happy about it,
but still...

When you come face to face with your own limitations, it's not that easy to accept.

When you wake up to reality, it's not that easy to face.

When you want something,
to the point that you need it,
but you can't have it...
you may not have it...
you mustn't have it...
your life is the worst.

As for the future...
I regard the mystery of uncertainty. Whatever is certain, I shall strive to hold.
And in the absence of certainty
when it comes to you and me,
when it comes to what I want,
when it comes to what I dream of,
when it comes to what is next,
I will live waiting.