My Future

What an enigma Unknown, hidden thing, My future Although to Find my future, I must Find myself Who am I? And why don't I know? Leave, society I can't be alone But that is all I feel I have freedom, but am not free Nothing works I go around in circles. Many thorns Wanting dearth But I must have more. Too much trash Pressure also Wrecks havoc in my quest. Do this, that I have to be alone To be by myself, Before I can find who I am Who I am Writes my future In a way Because I can't Just change instantaneously: I folly steps One form-Next form I change piece by piece In a line But nonlinear lines I move in directions unseen To further the future from past Here I stay, Stuck in my circles Of chasing I follow No leading, for when I lead No one follows I must improve. This hole is deep, an abyss Fly I should The only way out Would be taking to the sky. Safety is far to high for climbing.