Bud Or Flower

Bud or Flower Am I a bud Or bloomed into a flower? Sometimes I face and stand, Yet other times I cower. Hide in the dark Or face the light to which I am bound? Although I seem to know, Still I circle round. So much gray, Though it should seem black and white. Why can’t the answer, Look either day or night. Free falling into nothing, I grab at anything. I want to shy away. I do what I don’t mean. A breeze now more a tornado. Rain turn into a thunderous storm. I need the light within me. I need to be kept warm. Hidden from myself. Turning left to right. I ponder what I know, Though it’s black and white. Come find me, Anything that can pull me out. I need to return. I must cover a different route. I look to the past. Was I living then or now? Where did I go to? When will I find out how? I am stuck here, In a rut I am caught. For I do not know, How here I got.