Do I stay on earth to wander around aimlessly,

Or do I seek a greater purpose?

Do I shed a tear at the sadness of time gone by,

Or do I keep it to myself?

Do I simply walk in circles waiting for my death,

Or do I run, welcoming it into my heart?

Do I weep over the death of a loved on,

Or do I remain silent, emotions bottled inside?

What do I do?

Tell me,

And I will do it, as if nothing could please me more.

Do I sit in the corner and hug myself while I cry,

Or do I seek the comfort of others?

What do I do?

I beg you,

answer me this, 

and I will do it.

Tell me please,

what you need for me to do,

and I will do it.

I need the guidance of your hand.

So, tell me.

What do I do?