future of vanity.

It makes me restless thinking

I might not get married before the world ends

 

Am worried I might not have 

The love of my dreams before 

heaven says its tired of holding on

Am angry thinking i might not be

a star reaching to the skies unlimited 

before all hell breaks loose

Am constantly saying to God in prayer;

Lord, am sorry for being so shallow

in my thoughts

Wanting more from this perverse world

Filled with wickedness in highs and lows

Constantly giving me reasons 

to curse my entire existence

I want to be somebody I say

Yet every pursuit to make truth

Of my dreams with intention and purpose

It turns into the vagueness of

a materialistic reality

So I find myself running and running 

Chasing and chasing

Thirsty for more of vanity

And like a passenger I say;

Help me not to forget the ultimate 

For me to stay woke, is to die gain

Consciousness even in the midst

of the noise of a falling world

Still am worried I might let my

bitter thoughts breed a life of laziness 

And make an unfruitful talent 

Cause the way things are going

Am worried to make plans for the future