i am an infaint

i am a crawling baby
wondering round a house
looking for my mother
but only here my mother is called faith
the so ever true love
i search for whole heartedly
from the present day
to the graves
hoping the choices i make
will allow me happiness and safety
in this world of saddness and choas
hopes and dreams
everyting i wish to accomplish
i want tt to make a difference
not just to be equalled to nothing
i seek a greater destiny
were the mystrieis of life
do not ellude me
hands of mine become strong and fiirm
like a potter i wish to become
holding my destiny,molding and shaping it
according to my will
like a painter i wish to be
who satnds back to reflect upon their work
to see that  it is good
but now i an a baby
crawling not yet walking