My Destination

The morning awakens.
A cool breeze in the air
Another day to move forward
My destination is near.

Looking all around 
No direction I hold
I follow my Heart
For my heart is pure and bold

A silent whisper
Or a raging cry
What does it all mean?
I feel troubled inside 

Confused and worried
I think of a time
When I was a child
A child that was forgotten over time

So here I stand
With the future at hand
Will I make the right decisions?
Will My Destination be clear?


Joe Shelmet
badattituderocks@home.com