I'm not ready for the path that I've chosen to end.
Where I'm heading I'll have to descend to ascend.
No pretending to comprehend.
My heart understands,
even if I won't admit my consent.
I'll adapt to whatever happens,
and try to keep my balance.
Something shines at the goal.
An award it might be?
I'm alive im my souless soul within me.
What is it I want?  I ask endlessly.
I won't know 'till it's gone.
I won't have 'till I'm free.