I look in the mirror and see everything but me

envious of those that move so free

watching them dance in glorious dawns

I step outside and feel little warmth

around me swirls the storm

standing in the eye, but not feeling the calm

I fumble for the compass

staring at knots in uncharted courses

with eyes pressed, I’m stuck in neutral idling roughly

I open my eyes and clouded views linger

seeking a path clear and forward

needing to shed useless weight

looking for guidance I turn to the last page

the story untold

uncertain of the final destination

living the journey demands attention

I believe in reasons for these trials

realizing that tomorrow has already arrived

and it’s leaving with this evening’s  moon