Questions swirling in my mind
And if only God were kind
He would allow my suffering to wane
Then at least I could remain sane
I ponder
And wonder
Pacing
While my mind is racing
I think of life
Past, present, and future though I cannot stiff
The flow of thoughts and words
I welcome the herds
And the bustling
That causes the rustling
Within my mind
And would end, if only God were kind
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