Good golly this is tough.

Running, running.

Left turn, right turn.

Horizon hazy. Fog rolling in.

I'm not lost. I know where I'm going.

But,

How do I get there?

Did I miss the sign?

How could I miss it?

Wasn't I on the right track?

Running, running.

Breathing fast, heart racing, head spinning.

I am confused, bewildered, nervous --

afraid.

Is that what this is?

Since when am I a coward?

No,

I have strength.

Strength to run

with a beating heart, wide-eyes, open hands.

Fear will not overcome me,

darkness will not surround me.

I'm not lost, I'm on my way.

Because this is a journey.

Running, running.