Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

I once had a cup of coffee with God
Talking about life, and things I did't understand
To lead me down a path that seemed too odd
My knees where shaking, so he held my hand

I didn't know why I was on this path
Or, where I was to venture from day to day
I suffered fate at the bitter hands of wrath
Shattered and broken while looking for an easier way

I followed a dove into a field of dreams
Daisies and tulips lined the way up ahead
Life gets hard, but not so much as it seems
We just get filled up with worry and dread

We are never dealt more than we can handle
This pathway, just seems like a darkened haze
Just hold out your cup, and place it on the mantle
God will guide your feet as you go on your way