Why worry over what you can not change, It all seems worse when it’s raining, There is no real answer, Random thoughts,
Why do I worry about the world and it’s ways? Why do I cry over things I can not change? Where do I find peace and tranquility? Where do I get love eternally? Is it in the Bible, Is it taught at school? Am I going crazy, or am I just a fool?
The wind whispers answers, Proffesors profess to know, but I have an inkling that it’s God alone that knows. If I am a good girl and should not die in sin, will I go to Heaven, or will I rot in Hell?
The random thoughts are racing right round inside my head. Answers are slow in coming, I might as well be dead. Then the rain stops pouring and out comes the sun. Who wants to worry over what can not be undone.
The sun is shining brightly, the birds begin to sing. Why do I worry when I can’t change a thing?
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