When predicaments stay well as it is,

I hate it sometimes that most of the time what I dread for life happens

I won't call it being able to read the future, or being prophetic, oh no.

But nature has a certain course that it takes.

And somehow, that course seems to be ever so predictable.

I hate to be critical, but when time calls for it, I can't help.

It's a pain, I agree, but some bad things in life can't always be avoided.

You can become frustrated, annoyed, you can develop hatred, but hey.

That's not why God put you to live.

Those hands of yours.

They were meant to give.

They were meant to care.

They were meant to hold someone else's.

Don't lose hope.

You were made, for a reason.

Don't lose hope.

He, was made, for a reason.

Hurt, pain, momentary feelings, of I prefer, segments of idiocy, you have to learn to overcome.





-Yumi.