Writhing,
not a physical type,
but an emotional one,
like a landslide that wipes your emotional slate clean,
and it's time to change.
But how can I change?
The tide turned long ago, tossing me to where I am now,
the ocean is fierce and gentle.
I see a destination before me, but it
comes with sacrifice,

It's not a physical destination,
but an emotional one,
it's not like grades where you know what you're doing right,
and what you're doing wrong,
there's no A,
no B,
no C,
no D,
and no F,
just instinct.

What if your instincts are wrong?
it's not like movies where your instincts
ultimately guide you to the happy ending,
where there's only happiness and joy,
there's no ending that you can find out
when you get too anxious,
there're no convenient events,
and there are no hints that magically tell
you all you need to know.
You're forced to rely on your instincts.
So what does happen when your instincts are wrong?

Are you then on, forever false?
Or is that just reality,
with instincts that are wrong and right,
and there's no way to ever know?

But in the end,
it's not physical,
it's emotional,
and it's your instincts that drive you onward.