Reborn

I fear, but what exactly I don't know.
I think, but nothing to clearly.
I see, but something is missing.
The world passes by, but everything seems to be awry.
I wonder if only in my eyes
Does this trouble seem to exist,
Or is this fate's cruel twist?
On a Thursday I died and on a Monday I was reborn,
I hope this life last longer than the first and is filled with more happiness than the last.
I once prayed to an almighty
Each and every night,
But now I work for love rather than ask for it by the father's light.
Vice and virtue are all the same to me now,
It's just a matter of living, not how.