Free form poetry sometimes captures it best.
I feel a little lost.
I don't know where I'm going.
Even if I did, I wouldn't know how to get there.
Just wandering through the forest of life without a map.
I can see what I want on the horizon.
The horizon itself seems elusive and far away.
Something that I am unable to catch.
One day though, the seas will part and the winter will fade.
All of my trepidation will just melt away.
Change is here.
It's in the air.
Sometimes like a lily's scent,
Sweet and clear.
Other times like a poisonous gas,
Toxic and consuming.
Allowing the wave to wash over me,
I release.
I release into the heavens that which is gone
In its place comes the angels' song.
I don't know where I'm going.
Even if I did, I wouldn't know how to get there.
Just wandering through the forest of life without a map.
I can see what I want on the horizon.
The horizon itself seems elusive and far away.
Something that I am unable to catch.
One day though, the seas will part and the winter will fade.
All of my trepidation will just melt away.
Change is here.
It's in the air.
Sometimes like a lily's scent,
Sweet and clear.
Other times like a poisonous gas,
Toxic and consuming.
Allowing the wave to wash over me,
I release.
I release into the heavens that which is gone
In its place comes the angels' song.