Do I need be reminded
that winds blow
each in their own way
as life is in all its variations
that the encounter of every day
is a new awakening
and experiences
that can't be kept at bay?

Would I be
a changed person
or tied to an old self
for whatever reason?

life doesn't take sides
neither does words it say
I am an outsider
I'll have to chart my lonely way

amidst the mist of living
the angst, the doubts
the striving,  the desiring
the withins, the withouts
all that's to be discovered
is but a vague sense of being
that wouldn't go away

questions too many there are
I'll let my heart be at rest
perchance some day
might usher in some insight
to wipe away this my dismay