Restless

In search for wisdom,

In search for truth,

I’m wandering the world,

but stop at no booth.

I should know what to do,

I should know how to act,

but all the noise

keeps me in distract.

I fear being alone,

I fear being with friends,

and all I am doing,

is tieing my hands.

I want to be sovereign,

I want to be free,

but wherever I go,

I rely on help by thee.

Will I ever arrive?

Will I learn to survive?

Or will the path of resistance

slowly crumble my persistence,

until I am convenient

with being obedient.