Riding

Still looking.  I'm out there.
I'm wandering, I'm blind.
I'm flailing arms wildly
in front of me, blank mind.

Where is it?  Is it there?
In the corner?
In the dark?

I'm pressing the questions.
Neither fire, nor spark.

Behind me, the guilt
brings tears, I swallow.

Take my hand
Lead me this way, or that way,
I'll follow.

But no one can say,
No one can tell.
Up to me.
I decide!

Close my eyes
Deep breath
Be present
Trust the ride.