Never sure where to begin, I spin slowly
Marking time within the question, hoping
To find a direction that will lead me home.
I refuse to admit to being lost in the woods
Simply more useless than a proverb.
Swallowing confidence and belief in self.
Taking the closest route, hoping that clarity
Will bless me once I’m past the fork dividing.
Knowing within I’m wasting time and again.
Mana from above leaves me asking about
Providence and the source of this journey.
Am I taking steps for myself or am i being led?
Trees begin to thin. Playing peekaboo with
The outside world and the dreams I hold.
Once I’m free from this I swear I’ll be better.
Safe at home I realized the truth. I was
Always lost in a maze of insecurity and
Unable to end in proper places I shrug.
Carrying on to the next place I call home.