Still

God sees me And He knows my heart I’m glad somebody does because I don’t know how to find myself sometimes But the quest for others has been expired So what now?? Going through the motions Will last me long enough I’ve become selfish & conceited Still not needed; but mandatory Organizing all I’ve known And things that I will never comprehend Thrusts me to a peaceful state of agitation No one can know Even if they wanted to I’m still weak and fragile I haven’t been dropped yet But self-awareness gives me strength That nobody else will They told me my time would come Patience is all it takes I’m nearly done.. But I’m still waiting My soul will not wake