More Questions than Answers

Where are you now?

Where are you going?

How will you get there?


No way of knowing.


“Where is your heart”?

they say,

“why can it fly?”

Always leaving my body behind.


I want to go.

I want to stay.

Always I imagine running away.


I have no grasp on where to be,

sometimes I feel I hardly know me.


“Dream big”

They say.

“Play it safe”

They say.

“You’ll surely fail going that way.”


Raw, real, firm, and scorned.

My own worst enemy housed indoors.


There's where the question stiffly hides

Will I be the one who mounts and shines?


How will I get there?

I’m not sure.

But I think I’ll take a step outdoors.