Walking down a path Unknown,
My legs quickened to race I know,
my heart says the time is now
trying to answer the riddles
that makes my heart jingles

with no earning, I know I am idle
yet results seem fingle-fangle
am I lost?
or is this just?
anxiety and desperation set to steal my feet away
the mind still hope to find a way

Grips of fear decides to send me on a trip
I hope I will get a tip
will I ever return
for am at a crossroad trying to turn
then I get a voice saying it is your turn

© wolfey