If I Didn’t Have To Guess About Life

I wouldn’t have to guess if I’m loved

I wouldn’t have to guess if there’s a God…or a Source…or a Living Universe

Or whatever is out there, that I want in here

If I didn’t have to guess about life

I wouldn’t have to wander the streets alone

I wouldn’t have to guess if others knew I was alive

And knew that they passed me by

If I didn’t have to guess – but just knew

   I could cast away my doubts

   I could be more

   I could achieve more

   I could have more

   I could love, because I wasn’t so busy guessing

But I’m left guessing

   Left wondering

   Left doubting

   Left less secure

   Left second-guessing myself

   Left alone with my unanswered questions

But why must I guess?

Why must I seek?

Why must I feel alone among many?

Because to guess, to ask, to want

Is the way there from here