The Uncertain YearsI feel the dawning of The Uncertain Years,
The blank page syndrome...
So much freedom yet so little action...
Torn in many directions, yearning for more.
Longing for stability, strong to the core.
Traveling many a country, none to call my home.
Citizen of the world, loyal to my soul.
Rambling out aloud, trying to make sense,
To find a direction, in this whole mess.
Courageous, even more.
But looking through the mist,
I know not where to go.