There
have been so many times
That
I have struggled through the day
Overwhelmed
by all confronting me
Not
knowing how to find my way
What
is this thing I call my life
With
all the challenges it brings
A
collection of so many fragments
So
many single separate things
So
many separate things to deal with
The
tasks and people pulling me
In
contradictory directions
Is
this the way it’s meant to be
Maybe
if I had a strategy
To
get through all I have to face
Maybe
if I could prioritize
I'd
win this endless daunting race
But
no matter how much I ever handle
There
is always more and more and more
No
matter how many moments I survive
There
is no peace within my core
There
are times this thing I call my life
Seems
like more than I can bear
It's
so much more than I can deal with
With
no real answers anywhere
But
perhaps I am mistaken
About
this thing I call my life
Perhaps
I add all the drama
Perhaps
I add all the strife
Perhaps
there is no separation
Between
my life and what is me
Perhaps
my life isn’t stuff to deal with
But
reflects what I can choose to be
If
I live as a survivor
Then
I must have things to survive
But why not live as all I’m born to be
Could
there be another way to thrive
Perhaps there’s
nothing to survive
As my existence
does unfold
Perhaps the only
me there is
Is the experience
I mold
Perhaps I can’t
be overwhelmed
By that which is
my destiny
Perhaps the only
life I have
Is the existence that is me
Perhaps
if I lived true to purpose
Just lived
my life authentically
With
integrity of being
I would see my life as me
