why so much struggle

Problems flooding this space, Everything on fast track like its a race. Inquisitive about my mear existence. Trusting Modimo with all my might, Hoping I will be treated right. In the night, I kneel and pray, Hopeful that better days will ignide. Sometimes the world orbits at fast pace, with problems, misunderstandings and corruption prevalent. Leaving you to think when will I ever be relevant. Good things take time I guess, And bad things be playing their part I bet. But I remain hopeful that we will get better. It gets darker when the sun is about to shine, Hence so many problems are beginning to dime. Meaning the finishing line is closer than we presume, And that goal we seek is closer than you assume. Trough God we can And by him we will.