And I lift my hands and pray

Sometimes you wonder a million things.

You wander around in your thoughts and can't help thinking that you have your life on repeat.

You can't tell whether you are the one who is putting yourself there or nature wants you to be there.

You can't help feeling tired and deceived. Poisoned and pampered at the same time.

You keep telling yourself, I'd do anything just to have everything stopped. But by the end of the day, you are again lost in your thoughts of why, what and how.

Before you know it, you have your life on repeat the next day.

And I lay my head back down. And I lift my hands and pray.