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......
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