The Muddle

When I learn how to walk straight,
You push me to the left,
When everything is right,
You pull me back and take me to the side...

With tears...
With smiles...
With sweats...

With everything that I have,
I learn...I experience...I persevere,
Believing I'll survive...

I still believe...

Yet...you took away the ground...
Should I swim?
Or fly?

Either way,
I've leave all the baggage that weighing me down,
I've given up all those that I love,
As much as the one I detest...

Yet..the journey is still far...

Beaten up, torn apart,
Pieces of me sewn back,
With your guidance and comfort,
To this otherwise muddle soul...

But I might not make it this time...

Can I wish for a nest?
A refugee...
An escape ...
Just for a while...

Somewhere...
Where one can sit and smile to the sun...
With birds flying on a blue blue sky...