Going on my own and doing what I must
But I look back often
I have not understood this path just yet
I can only imagine that I want
I can only think about the angle to which I must sway to
But over time my angle seem so halted
I would look if I had the time to look over my mistakes
But the more I want to do the more I see
I am nothing more than a chest of questions
Searching everyday for answers
Something that have made me wonder why often
I can only see what is ahead of me
The constant call of wonder is annoying
Why…because I do not have the answers
I wish I knew what must be done before others ask
Answer questions about myself to strangers is uneasy to me
Taking so much to say no to others
And yet they often make me feel like I am doing nothing
So when I start to progress they wait for me to say come along
I can’t open every door to see welcoming arms
I can’t say that what I want will be given on the infamous silver platter
I can only see what is in front me
I can only go but what is given and also at times what is taken
I can only imagine yet again what I must do
So when the world wants answer that I don’t have
When the world ask questions I can not answer
All I can say is nothing
Only watch me go through
And yours answer will be shown
Not just told
Sincerely Yours,
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Ahh, but none of us has the answers to the most important questions asked of life. I fear that what you experienced in your early years has made you afraid to abondon yourself to the call of wonder. I was like you, until my daughter taught me the joy of playing as a child plays. It was one of her greatest gifts to me. There's still time yet luv, you'll get there. xxxx
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