If I Didn’t Have To Guess About Life

I wouldn’t have to guess if I’m loved
I wouldn’t have to guess if there’s a God…or a Source…or a Living Universe
Or whatever is out there, that I want in here

If I didn’t have to guess about life
I wouldn’t have to wander the streets alone
I wouldn’t have to guess if others knew I was alive
And knew that they passed me by

If I didn’t have to guess – but just knew
   I could cast away my doubts
   I could be more
   I could achieve more
   I could have more
   I could love, because I wasn’t so busy guessing

But I’m left guessing
   Left wondering
   Left doubting
   Left less secure
   Left second-guessing myself
   Left alone with my unanswered questions

But why must I guess?
Why must I seek?
Why must I feel alone among many?
Because to guess, to ask, to want
Is the way there from here