The begining of questioning

I hate days like these, 

when I'm permeated by worry, 

when it stings like bees, 

wanting to send me to the infirmary, 

I seek keys, 

to solve the mystery, 

Of why my life won't cease, 

'being akin' to slavery,

"See everything takes time, but time takes everything, 

there's no reason or rhyme, for every happening, 

All I can do is quell, the need for immediacy, 

to understand full well, that the depth of despondency" 

Is the beginning of questioning, why I treasure what I do, 

why I worry about everything, till I'm unable to, 

start believing, that someday my wings will fly, 

and I'll start achieving, my trade successfully ply.. 

"See everything takes time, but time takes everything, 

there's no reason or rhyme, for every happening, 

All I can do is quell, the need for immediacy, 

to understand full well, the depth of despondency". 

Some days I wonder, about the paths I've taken, 

when they've torn asunder, my destiny and I my foundations shaken, 

I've slowly awoken, to the realization that it was to sharpen, 

my skills and open, doors the way its meant to happen.