Being Lost

July 19, 2011
By Anonymous

The stepping-stones are invisible
I look in every direction just searching
I don’t even see a bird perching
I try not to panic acting civil

I ponder at the blank road before me
Many thought cross my mind
Is there any thing to find
If I go forward what will I see

I know I must take a chance
I take a step to find myself in another bind
Another blank road it’s like a rife

Down each path I take a glance
I feel a rush go through my mind
I remember to be careful with my choices because it’s my life.

The author's comments:
I find myself lost in my life sometime. I feel like I need to ask questions to myself and wonder what the future has to hold.

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