A heaviness in my legs,
but a song in my heart.
My fingertips seems to pull me down, itching to grip the past;
Yet my eyes have so much hope, seeing my future as clear as glass.
Am I my happiest?
Or will I break down at the next roadblock?
I'm torn and yet composed.
I feel like I'm lost -
Lost in my thoughts, lost in the world, lost on my journey-
And yet,
I've never felt more "found"
The one thing that I do know is that I just don't know.