Uncharted Waters

The road ahead, a misty, winding thread, Each step uncertain, where it might be led. A compass spins, no North star I can find, Just shifting currents, a restless, searching mind.

Dreams like scattered leaves on an autumn breeze, Whisper of futures, bringing little ease. Should I chase the sun, or drift with falling rain? Each choice a gamble, mixed with hope and pain.

The weight of "what if," a constant, heavy guest, While silent longings put my soul to test. A blank page waits, demanding ink and lore, But the story's unwritten, from shore to distant shore.

Yet in this haze, a flicker starts to gleam, A quiet strength within this waking dream. To walk with open heart, though paths are yet unknown, And trust that purpose, in time, will surely be shown.