The Prayer

I remember a time when I hadn't had much to worry about

And usually the things that worried me even in the slightest manner were not my own worries

To an extent this frustrated me

I guess I thought having worries made your life exciting

I was so wrong for thinking this

At least now I see

Life cannot be measured in the way you spend your Friday nights, or how many friends you have, or even if you've experienced love

Life is not a measurable object, not a force to act upon

Whoever said there were no rules in life must have had it coming to them

There are rules when it comes down to anything, and so there has to be rules to living

I pray now that God forgive me in my time of need

For all the rules I did break

God had blessed me with intellect

And I refused to use it

For so many years God had steered me on the right path

But I chose to walk ahead

And so if this is God's way of letting me know that I have to listen

Well then I'm listening

I'm hoping He will listen too