Poem Outline

An assignment where they started the thought, and you finished it. I will make sure to discern the assignment's words from mine. It was NOT supposed to be revised; just whatever came to mind.

Yesterday, I was content with the world.
I believed in my childhood morals.
The world seemed so simple and glee-full.
And, I thought I would be forever happy, but I no longer dins myself a free soul.
Today, I know sadness and sorrow are often present, and sometimes you must hold in your feeling for them for ferment.
I fear my life will not turn out as I hope, and that it might evolve to something in which I cannot cope.
I can see my life oddly making sense, but my means are still quite dense.
I wish for only one or two simple, yet complicated things to be real; but it seems no one is even willing to cut me a deal.
Tomorrow I will try and sort my scrambled thoughts.
My life feels occasionally extremely awry, but does it matter? Eventually we all have to die.
My hopes and dreams are still intact, but slightly dampened,
My fears seem more apparent as the days go on, and to myself I shall no longer lie.
And, I know that no matter what I do, the Lord will always be listening for my prayers, and I will always be listening for answers.