By Keni Fink 3/13/09
I
don’t know where I am going
Don’t
know how long I can stand
With
all the baggage I’m towing
And
the emotional sand
I’ve
run out of time
I
know it
I’m
out of my mind
I’ve
got to make a decision
Before
it’s out of my hands
Follow
the path with precision
As
all my instincts demand
All
of my answers now are questions
A
dilemma spinning round
If
I knew how I could escape it
I
would keep running faster than sound
Time
has a way of excluding
Some
of the most careful plans
Forces
of nature colluding
Against the actions of man