I question myself because
I question myself, because
I have doubts, because
Why else am I here, why do I
Feel uneasy; not yet welcome
In myself, not in my body, not
In my mind, not yet introduced
To my own new found freedoms
So, still it seems, I remain trapped
Why choose this place, of intense
Personal exhaustion, to follow
A path penetrated by my own
Illness, my own weakness
My own unachievable desires
My own, distinctly-indistinct deceptions
Where else could I be at this precious time
In my life, where to see the logic, the line
Where to find the sea, as I wonder how to be
Here now to find the love, to find a lover’s sign
Here to prosper, just beyond the base design
