New Things

Getting lost while finding a way,

Telling why I’m doing this,

Even though I want it to happen,

Conflict, choas in the head.

Then, the way finds you,

Tells you why you’re doing this,

New things is the clue,

Conflict, chaos out of the head.

Such a relief to get a clue,

About where you’re heading,

It’s all there set,

Except the conflict, chaos of the head.

FLY, I SAY