Don’t Know What Way to Turn

I’m standing still, yet pulled in all directions,
A thousand roads, but none offer connection.
Each path ahead is wrapped in mist,
A tangled map I can’t resist.

I reach for answers, but they slip away,
Like fleeting dreams at break of day.
My heart beats fast, my mind’s unclear,
The future whispers, but I can’t hear.

The choices blur, they intertwine,
Like threads that tangle in my mind.
I grasp for certainty, for something firm,
But all I feel is doubt’s long term.

Do I move left or turn to right?
Is the answer hidden in the night?
Or must I wait, as seasons turn,
To feel the truth that I must learn?

The weight of not knowing pulls me low,
Yet somewhere deep, a voice will grow:
“Keep walking, though the way seems steep,
For answers come when you choose to leap.”

And so I stand, not lost, not found—
But learning that it’s okay to be unbound.
I don’t know yet which way to turn,
But in this moment, I begin to learn.