Likutei Shirim

Looking From the outside in, Watching  This grand game I can't win. Feeling  So lonely and cold. Reeling From the pain of it all. Dying One long day at a time. But still trying To find joy in a rhyme.

 Putting down the anchor of hope In a desolate sea of despair... Or maybe weighing the anchor And leaving that sea behind? Well, I'm getting lost in my metaphors, But the path is already there: To be close and to follow You, Hashem, With my heart, and body, and mind. To trust that You really have a plan, That You always know what's best... Then, instead of problems and troubles, I will see a task and a test. I will strive and achieve, I will trust and pray, Your support I will always find. I will learn to feel hopeful yet content In my heart, and body, and mind.      

They say, "No pain, no gain." Yet no, no amount of pain Would earn me that particular gain. The gain that I want, the gain that I crave. Talk about broken dreams... Slashed, mutilated, defeated dreams. I hope life is  better than it now seems. Please, Hashem, please make it better Than it now seems.