Teach me how to live, oh Lord

Sometimes I suspect the existence of rainy mornings is to keep people lazing on their beds. 

Stomach is growling, but there seems to be something captivating about the ceiling that's plainer than ever.

Is the narrow road just beside the wider one? 

Or are they miles apart? 

How do You want me to lead my life? 

Where do I begin? Is what I've planned, the best in Your eyes? 

They say dreams are supposed to be far away, seemingly out of reach. I don't have many dreams. Or any, in fact. 

But one thing I ask, is to stay in Your courts forever. 

Forever is beyond my comprehension, but it's okay. So long as I'm with You.