Attempts to look ahead bring nothing but
       indecision.
Glances back into the past hurt with their
       nostalgia,
tinted by the loneliness and confusion of
       now.

So I walk around with my head down,
trying to find the path that will get me
to contentment the fastest.
But walking amongst rubble
isn't the easiest course
to pick your way through.
Head lowered, eyes intent,
I stumble my way through,
tripped up so much that I begin to think
there's no trail here after all.