i am lost from myself
no set path- i must make my own
but through the complications
there is clarity
warm thoughts
loving touch
colliding smiles
packaged in a boy
naive and wrapped in youth
i will not misconstrue
the beauty of my years
and my true lack of wisdom
for a dream
an apparition
i quietly pray for it all to fall into place, into a commitment
though i pray to no god, or higher being
or any figured based on faith
but all my thoughts lead to nothing but wishful thinking
sprinkled in doubt
flowing out of my heart
and over whelming my mind
i am. left with confusion