surreal insignificance

what must i do to live another day
i can't seem to think of any other way
if i live my life wallowing in the past
i'd give myself an ultimatum if ever i last

if i live my life in the context of now
or look forward to things that i did vow
the picture of it cannot be understood
even its abstractness is not that good

to stand or to sit is engulfed with feelings
feelings circling around life's dealings
the complication of things is never enough
especially when you just got out of the rough

the problem before me, i cannot resolve
a plea to my Master i give for Him to dissolve
i am but an obscure point in this finite plane
yet He gave His life for me, a point not in vain

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