Parenthood

What if everything is false, a lie; everything you know, everything you've found truth in, and everything you believe in, is a lie, there to catch you out in the end?

Lessons are learnt day in day out, as the sun is shining outside and as you walk, shoes become grassy as sliced blades have fallen to the wrath of those stronger. Surely you're to believe what you were told that day, wherever you're coming from. 

Maybe that fresh scent, meadow, countryside daisy summer afternoon, makes it all true -picture; checked blankets, picnic baskets and cool drinks sparkling in the sunshine; an old wooden camera captures the scene, it stands a truth. 

What else is there to hold faith in, when maybe I'm wasting my time on something when I'd rather be in that field everyday. New adventures, new love, a sun making me tense at the delight it brings. Nothing like you did that day, and nothing like I've received from Him throughout all my time.

What I'm trying to say, I guess, Is that... I don't know what to believe any more.

Somebody told me, 'He'll help you all the way through, if you ask Him for help. If you show yourself completely', and I know You can see me completely, so why am I still not as happy as I know I would be without You?