Walking down the path unknown
My legs are quickened to a race known
My heart says the time is now
Trying to answer the riddles
That makes heart my jingle

With low or no earning, I know am idle
Yet results seem fingle-fangle
Am I lost?
Or is this lust?
Anxiety and desperation sets to steal my feet away
The mind still hopes 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