I place one foot in front of the other
As if I know where I’m going.
To others, it may appear that I am in a hurry.
But the speed of my steps is a mask…
I don’t want them to know that I am allowing the wind to sway me
in unknown directions.
I don’t want them to know that I am looking for
a place to rest.
I don’t want them to know that I don’t have a place where I feel
So I keep walking
Although sometimes I slip or trip
but seldom do I fall.
For I’ve learned to find
and not show that my steps are uncertain or
that I am unsure of the direction I’ve chosen to go.
My fickle heart,
please lead me home.