Chaos and confusion cloud all my paths.
I can't tell what unfolds before my way.
No sight stacks on until comes forth my wrath.
If life does not clear up I am astray.
I tumble all around until I fall
and I do not know where I am going.
I just stumble as I wait for the call
that will guide me into the all knowing.
But soon all will be clear and I will see
the light of day and mystery of night.
With new eyes I will be brand new and free,
and I will laugh and sing with all my might.
        Right now I am anchored to the unknown.
        But someday I will know and be full grown.