Walking like I would stumble any minute
Yet I find that I could go on till eternity
Where is the source? The strength?
Who gave the order?
Telling me to go this far?
Assuring me that I could make it?
Was it my heart, my head?
Ascending the stairs
I could see my chances before I alighted
Grasping the ball, I see my options
How can I believe in my judgment?
I’ve been wrong so many times
I don’t see me anymore, so I look for a new heart.
As I muse to myself and walk on the side of the road
My core is screaming many thoughts
I marvel at how I can walk the walk
And not fall on to road and get crushed under the commotion
My life was a strong kneaded rope
Then it became tender with damage
My life then became a thread
Now the thread is thin and weak, so slight, barely holding on
Pity a thread cannot be mended
Then I’m reminded
That I can change course
But with my life thread weak, how?!
I try not to disbelieve
I really do try
But it’s not my fault that I fail
Then as I turn
The thread gives way
I close my eyes to accept my destiny
Just when I think I’m almost there-
You catch me
You hold me close
Reassure me you are there
Tell me I’m not done
Then you gave me a new purpose
I find myself.