A Promise From Heaven

I’m going here. I need to be there. I am in a hurry. I need to move ahead.
I say to myself “hinay-hinay,” “σιγά-σιγά,” slow down.
I am caught in a centrifuge constantly spinning, stopping for a moment,
but only to start all over again.

I have been remiss of those that have much meaning.
  I know it shouldn't be this way.
I am not this kind of person,
Trust me, trust me, trust me.

I pray for God to help, to change this situation,
I pray that He holds me by my shoulder and say,
“I am here, at all times.”
“This is my promise.”