Stumbling towards opaque intersection.
Life pushes me from a presence behind.
Leading as I try but fail to walk in time.
Id longs to let go and follow the heart.
Ego desires to trust completely and play the part.
Longing, screaming, crying am I.
Clarity of vision is what I seek, why?
I've come to the fork in the mystery of youth
The crossroads, the fog, the untenable truth.