Life never turns out
the way we want it
the way we imagine it
the way we dream it
Life is a mystery
the more we try to unravel it
the more entangled
we find ourselves in it
Life does not provide answers
It does not give way
It leaves us with Q.marks
Restless
Like blind men, we traverse
Unaware of our destinations
Puppets in Lord’s hands
Walking with the hope
That all will be well!