Where does this take me
This road of slowly turning lanes
Of wishful plans, hushed murmurs
And desperately clutching at straws

What will they yield
These endless nights spent awake
In picking thoughts, then tossing away
A difficult arbitration, in steady decay

All I want, is to be free
To live the butterfly flutter of happiness
Readily indulge in every stray impulse
Assuredly step towards any prospect

If it must come to be
I have to train inwards, a discerning eye
Journey in pain, from weakness to strength
And reach the summit that is belief itself