Searching...

Stumbling along, at times feeling lost, I know the path is there, it's a sandy one, I'm barefoot, I can feel the smooth grains of sand between my toes, but, I can't see the path, it's hidden, my guide star dimmed by the clouded night sky, I keep moving, my steps slowing, faltering, telling myself go slow, don't hurry, you will arrive when you are supposed to, hoping the small glowing lights in the distance will be enough light to keep me going in the right direction.

But...but...what if they aren't enough...what if...what if...what if...