I Am A Confused Writer

I have been thinking of many things.

I have learned about everything.

I have had, tried, and learned about Love, friend, money, music, politics, coffee, computer, Facebook, and many other things.

Depression, sorrow, joy, annoyance, hurt, and pain, I have felt them.

Sometimes I can be an evil boy, but sometimes I am a softhearted boy instead.

I don’t know what I want to be tomorrow.

I’m just following my fantasy.

I’m just following my delusion.

I’m not sure that I have a destiny, 
Or I'm making up my own destiny.

I’m learning, now.

I learn how to use my brain.

I learn how to use my heart to feel everything.

I learn how to speak clearly, and fluently.

I learn how to do everything in the right way.

I learn everything I can learn.

Sometimes, I’m confused.

Confused about what I have done.

Confused about what I can do next.
Confused about what I should write to make a story of my life.

Confused about why I am alive.

Does God have a reason for that?

Or He just desires to keep me in confusion?

 

"I am just an old typewriter that can do nothing."