Going as I will,
My path forwards always,
Set in stone,
As if transfixed.

But I always ponder,
Is this the right way?
Are my choices correct?
Am I truly happy?

Melancholy thoughts crawling,
Into me in the darkness of night,
Always making me self-doubt, 
Is this really what I want to do?

I always don’t know the answer,
Always thinking deeply,
Staring into the nothingness,
Trying to find something. 

But all I can do is move,
Move till I arrive at some destination,
Some landing point,
To either take a rest,
Or stop. 

I don’t know when I’ll get there,
Who will be awaiting me there,
Who I’ll lose on the way there,
Who I’ll be when I’m there.

But it’ll be worth it,
Or at least I tell myself.
Who knows what that place will be.
But I know I want to at least see it. 

Where I’m going, I’ll be there soon.