Direction
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Sometimes moving on can be one of the scariest things that you force yourself to do,
But it is the only way that you can move on and try to see things through.
life has taken THs of story
closer than water
Beyond the idea of fire
Round lurking yore of fore
Swinging through treasures of hero
Hearts hold the wheel
Driving lanes within mortals insane
That is when I found you
I chose to hold you
½ A STEP
~by Debi Lyn Sat, 10/23/2021 - 9:46 pm
I can barely SEE
½ a step in FRONT of me.
You look out to the sea,
and see the horizon,
where the known meets the unknown and chases into oblivion.
you get the feeling there's more to everything,
more to the sand that swallows your feet,
I don't know what I'm doing.
I don't know where I'm at.
I don't know where I'm heading,
And I don't know who I am.
The earth beneath me is spinning;
I am here and now I'm not.
Kids divagate
Because they don't know direction of life
Young-adults developed
To find the direction of life
Adult discharge
Because they know the direction of life
I'm not lost, I'm a wanderer.
My feet follow no predetermined path.
I have no idea where I'm going, but I feel no fear.
I'm embraced by the uncertainty that lies ahead. Around the corner.
I awoke to find my passion was driven away.
The reassurance that I was supposed to be here, had left its sudden stay.
An engineer I am to be or so I thought -
The cool shadow of ambiguity miserly besets.
How I weep for the flower that set on the shelf
Not able to grow and become its true self
Only to grow until it runs out of space
Always stuck in the exact same place
Never getting the chance to take in the fresh air
Somedays I want to run and hide. Somedays I want to proclaim my life. It's somedays I feel I'm loosing my mind and other days it's all in my sight.
What uplifts me?
Such a simple question
But difficult to answer
What does it mean?
"What inspires me?
We all search for that lighthouse
When we're hopeless, in need of direction,
it's not there.
When you close your eyes and imagine,
you can see the light.
You find it.
When I dared to finally take my own steps,
and when I dared to go my own direction,
I found and learned about myself without the intention.
I left my home country and studied abroad
Walking down the street,The cold and cracked pavement,Avoiding the glares of the people that we see everyday.Just the same old faces,In the same old places,Doing the same damn thing,
I write what's on my mind,
I write as if I was blind,
I write what's in my heart.
There's no formal training,
Or guidelines I follow.
Emotions are my direction,
Feelings are my guide.
Seeing everyone reach for the same goals gets tiring
Sprinting towards your success
wanting nothing but self-statsticfaction
being proud of yourself means more
knowing who and what you will be
The pursuit of happiness,
What is it exactly,
Where do I find it,
And how do I get there.
It varies from one person to another,
It is constantly changing like the weather.
A mission. A mission.
what am I to do?
High school and college
intend to point me right to:
The purpose of my days,
the job I am to do.
Why do I feel so lost,
torn and confused?
