The fear in me

I always wanted to hear about how your days were drawn near, from the time you wake up in the morning, from the time you rest at night. The mind is a wondering device, how I long to know the answer to your every thought. Let me help. Let me see. Bipolar your not. Confuse. Maybe. Pain and hurt. Perhaps. Not knowing. Yes we will look again. You are who you are and that can not change. Depressed, we all are. Life is full of twist and turns, in and outs, ups and downs. That's a journey we must take, whether it's sooner or later. My fear is. I may not come to the answer, as soon as you need it.