Is it all going to work out?

Sometimes I think it will. 

                               When I have a smile and somebody sat beside me.

Other times, I almost know it won’t. 

                                             When I have wet cheeks and empty air surrounding me.

Is it all going to work out?

My heart tells me “yes,” there is a plan laid out for me designed by the Heavens above.

But when my best friend was ripped away from me so early, 

                                                          I stopped.

                                                      Maybe it won’t, 

                     because I can’t see any scenario where that helped me.

Is it all going to work out?

My mom tells me that it will, 

                                 that I just have to wait and eventually things will fall into place.

But I wonder if maybe there’s some pieces missing from my puzzle, 

                                                                              lost within the cushions of the couch, accompanied by the old coins and dust bunnies.

Maybe I have to look for the pieces myself, 

                                    open my eyes.

Is it all going to work out?

I think it will.

I should find my purpose within my lifetime. 

It may not be the way I intended, 

                             but nothing really is. 

Because if it doesn’t, then this was all for 

                                                              Nothing.