Mist

My thoughts on the subject are like the clouds in the sky;
Their shapes are constantly changing.


Today, I think this is a test that I have to take over and over, 
Until I pass it.
I wonder if I will ever be strong enough to make the grade.
I doubt it.
What if I never can?
Will He realize eventually that it is never going to happen?
Or will He keep forcing my pen to the paper, 
Thinking that maybe I just need to give it one more try?


What shape will my thoughts take tomorrow?