Lost

Uncertainty overwhelms me in a way I have never experienced, it plays with my emotions evoking fear, questioning motives. It drives me to challenge myself:-

My poem
Fine lines, thin lines
Crazy in between lines
Confusion is eminent
The future never known
Intentions are noble but in the process are thrown
The arrow points to an undeniable quest
But the path can be hazy
Misguiding at best
Throw down in trepidation
Surrender at will
Lead me to that starlit signpost
I'm waiting here still