Finding My Way

I jump, I skip

The avoidance of it all

I fall, I stall

The growth of my own soul

I dream, I see

Just how good life can be

I choose, I loose

Never once listening to me

I walk, I run

Away from what’s been done

I hide, I shelter

Thinking how it could get better

I sink, I drown

In the sorrows all around

I die, I perish

Becoming one with the ground