I awoke to find my passion was driven away.
The reassurance that I was supposed to be here, had left its sudden stay.
An engineer I am to be or so I thought -
The cool shadow of ambiguity miserly besets.
Three months in the past, I lay on my bed, unsure where I should go.
My peers seemed so devoted and resolute,
Some for reasons that were non-substantial;
Yet with full devotion, they pursued their efforts.
Slowly, I sunk into an apathetic dream that was of my own making;
Duly noting the time I was wasting.
The man of today beseeches, but the fool of yesterday.
How strange it is to have understanding of the point of the world,
Yet succumb to becoming a dulled blade;
A waste of space -
However, I had not started that way.
In the course of a year, I had gone from pursuing the race,
To refusing to push past my comfort pace.
I was focused; though not perfect, yet always sought to improve.
Three months past, I lay on my bed, unsure where I should go.
A crossroads lies before me:
To remain as I had become or to return to what I had been.
Though what I had been was not perfect,
Moving forward was where I was destined.
So I pick up my bags, once again, with the resolution of what I had been;
Start over again with end in mind and current objective in tact:
Having ears at the ready and heart vested in the Rock of Ages;
To bring others where no one has gone before,
And to show them along the way,
The point, of why they are.