God is Good - Doesn't matter; yet it does

I lay back as the hours fly
can't keep up with the days
no matter how hard I try
can't find my way out this daze.

Scared I'm running out of time,
I'm losing track of my life.
Can't sort the thoughts in my head,
everyday, to live, I strife.

Staying out of trouble,
yet it finds its way back to me.
Try to behave the best I can...
but how good am I expected to be(?)

Trying with my all to give