Looking For Answers

What do you do When your spirit is pacing inside Your body like a caged animal? You are uncertain what is preventing you From making a choice Any choice Maybe fear of falling? Leaving behind the cocoon of friends and family Predictability? When you reach the end of a road Do you take a weed whacker and forge your own path? Or continue down a familiar boulevard? Or distract yourself with something silky, Shiney and soft and that leads you in circle? How do you refine truth from illusion? Your own intuition from others’ expectations or Wishes that you stay “safe” and “nearby.” How do you distinguish between practicality and excuses When all your thoughts, feelings, urges, intellect Are spinning like coins on a table top? How do you get to the calm eye of your inner hurricane, And become quiet and still, Where are my answers?