If this turns out to be a poem, so be it. I'm walking and wondering the snow is crrunching under my feet Where is my life going? Where is it taking me? Am I doing the right thing? Am I walking the right way? I keep doing the one step forward, two steps back shuffle I just don't know... If this turns into a poem, so be it. Poetry Means the world to me. It flows endlessly, in my mind all the time, the words one after the other pulse through my soul capturing me whole, so that I just have to write it down as I walk on this icy ground God and me What will it be? Do I have it in me to do this? I can't see from the tears streaming It's so cold. I have to stop. Has life worn me down and out? Is that what it's all about? Can't be, because now it's just me Me and God... If this turns into a poem, so be it. If this turns into a poem, so be it. If this turns into a poem.... so be it.