It's a little cold...
I feel loose inside...
and I walk a little crooked.
And my vision is a little blurry.

I'm a little scared.

Scared about the finality of where my life has lead up to.
Preparing for something I'm not sure I can reach.
Afraid that I've been wasting too much time.
Unsure about my own direction.

Could it be I'm not everything I though I could be?
Have I been walking down a road I was never meant to see out to its completion?
Is this what I'm supposed to be doing?
Am I being led or am I already lost?

I don't see any other way.
I don't have a backup plan.
I don't feel like giving up.

And so I walk.

I have not yet arrived.