My Way

I'm making my way. Although, I admit, I cannot see which way to go. Who'd ever tell me? Inner voice? Well, good enough, I guess.

And it's always hard to go the first time. Sure, I can go back and repeat the same way, wasting my time but feeling just how much easier it is now. I'd see the path but only up until the point where I stopped. Then another step... And back again. To see, to enjoy the view, to feel how much easier it is now.

My life is not an open highway. But, like Frankie said, I do it my way Hoping there is something ahead. Otherwise I'll freeze to death for nothing. Or... caring hands will pick me up and bring back home, where I started, then dress me in something different and let go again, starting from 0. Over and over, till I find the right way.