Wake in the darkness,
I stare at the wall,
Thoughts creep into my head,
The thoughts could not be wrong,
My life,
Were it was going,
I felt it was wrong,
In one direction or another,
It would all depend upon,
The people in my future,
The commitments of my past,
I guess I should have thought of that,
A week before the last,
Were I did sit and meet the teacher,
Finding out about my past,
It was there and then,
The week before the last,
I was deciding my future,
To stop the linger in the past.
The choices I had made,
They had seemed utterly certain,
But now my doubts of work,
Were now surging toward them.
What would I do?
Where would I go?
Am I yet supposed to know?
I can think all I want,
But I do not know what I want,
So I will wait,
I will stare,
In the darkness there.
