Confusion

Keep everything inside. Don’t let it out. It wouldn’t matter to them anyway.

I’m so confused. What should I do?

Floating in the ship of the endless wariness; The need to fly grows stronger and shall break free.

I want to get to move, get on with my life, but I don’t know which road I should take. There’s no Maker to help me find it either, only dizzy feet shall take the first step on one of these paths.

I hope they won’t get the wrong one.