i don't know what i'm doing here,
and it's becoming a real fear,
that the worst parts of yesteryear,
are in the way of the path i steer,
and i think that it's becoming clear,
that the voice that whispers in my ear,
to put my life in to high gear,
will prepare me if the road should veer,
if only i'd agree to fully hear,
and hold to the One that's been so dear,
and avoid a life of existence mere,

but for now, i think i need a beer.