This is really personal. These are ongoing questions in my mind that never stop.
Do you think he knows?
Do you think he knows about the letters I've wrote? About the tears I've cried? The places I've wanted to go to? The places I've been in and at? Do you think he can see me? Do you think I'll know before I die one day? Does he know how much I've slacked? How much I've hurt? The hell I've put myself and others through? The terrible ways I treat the people around me sometimes?
Sometimes I feel like I get too much. I don't deserve the greatness in my life sometimes, but then I look around and see kids with new cars and phones and clothes and think 'why the hell do they deserve that shit?'
Does he know my future? What's in store for me? How far I get? If I succeed?
Do you think he will be proud of me? Do you think he is disappointed?
