It's time like this...

It's time like this you wonder if things may turn out better if you were more irrational;
To give in to spurs of the moment.
To question the unknown-but-speculated;
And wonder about all the what-ifs you could possibly think of.
But he probably has moved on, like everyone else.

It's time like this you cast doubts in the path you so-called paved for yourself;
"Can I really get there?",
"Is this what I really want?"
And yet, you can't find a suitable answer.

Why is there an acute discomfort upon hearing news of others?
When's the last time I feel true happiness towards someone or something without triggering that alarm?
And I don't even dare question why.

If loving Him can take away all these, please guide me to Him.