How do we know which way is right.
And how do we know which way is wrong.
Is there a in between.
When lovers are gone.
There was a high.
Now it is so low.
My heart feels darkened.
But still melting through the snow.
My mind is twisting.
Like Spaghettis with tomatoes.
Sunbeams on my back.
Trying to warm up my toes.
I need direction.
Much more than I need protection.
Give me truth.
In what I see.
Clearly like the river
ahead of me.
