Many Worlds Surround Us

My soul is in a bad way Different worlds are calling me and pulling me in different directions What path to choose? Can I continue in the same direction? Or should I make an about face? Only I know the answer to that Deep within I will find it after they scrape away the mold and barnacles from my soul Eventually, I will soar like an eagle And look down with pity on those stuck on the ground I will feel the joy of freedom As it wraps its powerful arms around me One day in the not - too - distant future