Springtime in a Blender

[refisher]

Confusion   Never thought my mind could spin so many ways
Frustration   When I notice how much shorter are the days
Until my future begins

In bed   At night   Fully awake
Crying   Eyes out   Mixed up feelings
What the hell do you want from me?
Or is it Hell that you want with me?

For so long   I always thought I knew just what to do
Thought is gone   All because of the voice I know is You
I wish You would spell it out without a doubt so that I could just go through with it already...

Even now   Tears threaten my cheeks with discomfort
Even now   These blendered ideas turn sour and stink up this room

In bed   Midday   Fairly weary
Peaceful   This heart   Your arms hold me
I still do not know what You want from me
But I will start trusting what You will do with me

Please, be good to me.