The mysteries of the uncertainty of starting something entirely new.
So many possibilities but only one conclusion
Take a moment to wonder if I’m making a mistep
Maybe I’m just feet away from tripping?
I wonder if I’m just stepping from one frying pan into another
Knowing that I’ll never be able to be complacent with my exploitation
Wouldn’t it be nice to just find a place to go?
I just want to work and be happy.
It’s a mystery to me why that has to be so hard.
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