What do I do ?

My mind is not made up.

What is my destination?

What’s my purpose ? My ideas are all jumbled up. When I move forward, I get scared and when I look backward I am guilty. There’s a road I should take and another I shouldn’t.

My mind is not calm enough to listen to that voice. The voice that matters.

The voice that makes a difference. My feet are all soaked in mud and I cannot be discreet. I cannot trust my guts. I can’t help but wait for the voice that never fails who listens to it.