Tossed and turned
  awakened and confused
    was it a dream
Not fully realized
   a mist and gone
    nothing tangible
It is okay to wrestle
  to struggle with life
    to not have the answers
All lined up and perfect
  wrestling is working out
    what is as uncertain as the wind
We are not found in certainty
  sometimes it means we are lost
    living into the questions
Good earth to turn 
  seeing if there is life underneath
    or is it all clay and hard
Where is the ground
   that can grow
     found at the end in struggle