Restless and desperate
And wanting to go—but where?
I would follow my heart,
But I’m not sure it’s there.
Before I move, I need certainty.
It’s destined to be the death of me.

Wondering would leave me
Wandering down roads of glass,
Watching for a sign
From every sign that I pass.
“What ifs” aren’t sufficient
Fuel for this car.
If I don’t make a choice,
I won’t make it far.