where can I go
to feel like I am fully me
where can I go
to know that I am okay to just be
when is it my turn to find the place
where I decide who I am
when is it my turn to find the place
where I define who to be
where is that place where
there is no worry of time
where is that place where
there is no deadline
for becoming me

**For some time now I have felt that I am not quite where I am supposed to be, and not doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing there. I thought I would know by now, and I worry that I am running out of time.

I know, I know . . . it’s a silly thing to worry about. I have always believed that, even if I don’t understand why, I am always where I need to be. It’s my decisions that make the difference. I am just having problems with those decisions. I feel that I am not always in control of making them. Should I always be in control?

Maybe I’m just restless. Maybe it’s time for this adventurer to move on to the next chapter of his story. I think that’s it. I will have to move on, but not quite yet. I’m not finished just being . . . here.**