Time

Time washes by its passage unstoppable. What is this feeling of powerlessness? I am unable to bring change. Unable to see the path of what shall be and what should be. If I am to make a difference then should I not know right from wrong? What is it that we are left to pursue other than joy? Joy is unobtainable when sought after and sorrow can only be a temporary home. There must be more to believe in than mere faith. Can faith in you answer my questions? Does faith in you not lead me to question?