moderation

i don't know where this is going.
strong arms without bodies pull me
in directions opposite to those i know.
soon this summer wind will breathe cold snow
and bitter blasts will freeze these arms.

is this a summer charm?
will i stay in this limbo for all four seasons?
what are the morals/what are the reasons?

i have things to discover before cold takes over.
i want to understand what it is that i've chosen.

does it grow on trees?
i can't sleep here at night.

this understood upbringing wasn't so tight.

i want to give something brand new a fair try -
but listen to me, my thoughts have run dry.
i'm without anchor holding me down,
but something still anchors me into this ground.

but it isn't you.