Direction

As I sit here thinking of what might become..

I wonder if things will ever change for me..

Will I ever be like that butterlfy that flies so freely?

Or will I forevedr feel like that statue everyone passes in the park?

Feeling as if i have no real direction..

Questioning the things I have done..

Feeling as if I am holding myself back..

Though not sure what from..

Or even how to begin..

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