Timing Is Everything

The predicted end is why I begin. 

The journey is my friend and 

worry is my sin.

The taste of faith scares the weak 

and defeats the ones who think 

they know how things will be.

I plan but things are still not in my 

hands.

Why does time take control and 

make me a slave?

Im told timing is everything, so 

I plan day after day. 

Still I fear.

Still I'm scared.

Still I'm not prepared.

Time is sweet like honey but

controls like money.