Rebel In Disguise

It's like if you're in a boat that you're so used to riding a certain way in the water then you notice the water level getting closer and closer to the sides of the boat and you're afraid that it might take water in the ship will go down. Now to the point but I realize my ship will not sink, at times the water maybe an inch from the edge of the deck but I don't worry. I have faith in the ship, that it won't go down from a mirror rogue wave but it will stay afloat no matter what storm life throws my way.

Have you ever woke from a day of slumber with no clear idea to why you must linger in the state of life? Why be responsible?

I know I'm supposed to do something tomorrow, with some reasoning behind it but all I see is a foggy mist in front of me. Which way do I go and why do I go there? Drifting along is a easier and I don't mind but I must not do that. I shall continue on with a purpose, and find what treasures life has in-store for me.