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Seeking Happiness

I seek what I know not I want;

I seek an abode in the eye of the storm.

I trust the winds were sent for a reason,

To clear the dust or uproot the unstable base.

I trust that He’s guiding me with His beacon,

Slow or fast, at least I’m moving ahead in my own pace.

I know not what lies ahead;

I fear of losing what’s not mine yet.

I seek what I know not I want.