Soul Searching

The time is beckoning

For some soul reckoning

And so I’m sitting here

Groping, hoping, and (maybe moping?)

For some shedded light to appear

My words are fumbling

My thoughts-jumbling

My hands support my head

As I write, nail bite, for some insight

But am confused instead

My mind is brewing,

What am really I doing?

With my life, with my days

Prioritizing? Compromising? (Analyzing?)

Going in the right ways?

Others may keep busy

With paces so dizzy

Though it might seem to me

As acting, distracting (not reacting)

No time to think; to be.

But I am linking

My life to some thinking

And before my eyes

Unfurling, yet swirling, twirling

Don’t know where my destiny lies.