Lord I tried, Sometimes it is hard to stop, breathe and live. Cares of this world shifts my gaze, Uncertainties sway me, The struggle for sustenance, what to clothe with, And the hassles to acquire abundance distress my days, As if my whole existence offered just these. I lay down but worries outrun me, What will the outcome of my life be? I crave the highest of achievements, Oh, how I desire great influence. I fear my peers will fare better than I, Judging myself with another who is different on his own course, Vanity exhausts my days, anxiety wrinkles me. Your percepts demands actions, So why do I nothing with that which you have spoken, But concern myself with besetting weights? I heap up substance for fear of lack, But shortage bangs my door like a friend in the morning. I deliberate your instructions, but I follow distractions which drives me aground. My Lord, My God, Forgive me for I drifted of