All along the day,
words adjust my way.

I seek a steadfast path, guided from within.
But instead a candle flame, bending in the wind.

What is right, I ask?
Knowing there is no answer.
So many sides to the story.

Resonance is only found looking back,
I wish it was littered all over the track.

Stillness provides a small relief,
Conflict is the biggest thief.

As day winds down I look again,
For advice, reassurance, the correct lane…

– September – Oct 2020