Lost... she keeps searching,
In the vast woods of uncertainty.
Never aligned, never an array.
The heart battles her reason.

Mind wants out, but is being held out.
inside is a growing pain
Out of misery and frustration.
I pity her, she is drowning.

Uncertainty, she cant discern.
But unbelievably she is surviving.
Fast pace is what she aims
Asking future to go her way.

About the Author: - an economist, musician, artist and a bookworm.. and a big couch potato