Deep within myself Lies a different “me” Who is untouched By my nuances My happiness, my sorrow. He watches as I make mistakes And the same mistakes And the same mistakes again Mistakes that lead to my happiness Then sorrow. But he remains silent Sometimes he gives Me subtle hints A glimpse of a path Untrodden But filled with promise I try to Walk that path But it’s difficult Due to changing needs That divulges me From my path I am trying to walk That path even now But God those screamers Whose voice is so Tempting to hear They offer a clear path Without hindrance But Alas! After a short While I found myself Standing on the edge of a cliff Compelled to make a decision Not so with his path Though I tread slow Atop rugged terrain Covered with fog Always there is certainty of a blessing nearby gentle consoling voices that inspire me to go ahead breaking the fog but the screamers never go away And in the end I am torn Between paths Only that When I am forced To jump from that cliff I always find The ocean Whose tides Return me to shore To start over again And the glimpse Of his path Beckon me once more I do not know What lies on the other Side but still those blessings and those soft whispers of solace Reinforce my hope To move on.