Finding My Way

Lost are any feelings of Grandeur Darkness falls upon my face Dreams are skewed, unclear But never, never, forgotten. My shortcomings haunt my mind with their unrelenting stench. The future so unclear, a painter, who forgot his next stroke. Or, a musician, his note. It is hard to imagine, difficult even. Where am I going? The past is concrete...but, leaves room for interpretation. Multiple ways to improve itself. The future, however, oh poor fellow.... That's a beast of a different breed. Like a Mason, I lay my next stone: unsteady, uneasy, and weary of its positioning. I am destined to be lost......