What should I do?
A constant question I keep asking
Year after year.
Every year, I feel I have
found the answer.
Yet the next year,
I am at it all over again!
I am never quite sure if this is what I want
the next year!
I dither and dawdle
I try to be brave and energetic
About all my new projects and attempts.
But somehow this time,
Its hard to get up.
This time, the wound cut a little deeper.
This time,
I am a little more lost.
Its a little more darker.
But somewhere,
I see there is still a small, tiny light
shining
It seems to be beckoning to me.
At least that’s what I think so.
That is the only thing that keeps me going
Somewhat...
I think its called hope.
I think it means that
Somehow something will work out.
...and it will always be for the best...
