The road of reality,
where will it take me.
No careful clarity,
Rather a buzzing bumblebee.

Some days I wonder around,
Feeling lost and lonely.
Other days I have my feet on the ground,
Knowing how to be.

Will the wind blow me,
In a demanding direction.
Or into the open sea,
Without perfection.

For now I trust,
The course of my heart.
Open but robust,
Hopefully smart.