It's my state of mind that I can't control.
It's the fear that I can't let go.
It's the passing of time that I can't unwind to give me comfort when I need it the most.
It's the faith unknown that confuses me so.
It's the garden of seeds that I sow.
It's always believing without even seeing to give me hope when there's none to give.
So why do I press on when I know there's an end?
Why do I reach after I lost a friend?
Why do I live my life after I lost my wife?
The answer is simple.
It's because I'm not done.