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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