Sometimes things seem so clear.
Othertimes, all warning lights come up on the dashboard of my mind.
But are these real?
Is this a true reflection of where I should go?
What seems as wisdom would be so difficult.
It may be wise, but is it right?
Where is the clarity?
I gaze into the light,
And see only mist.
Do I step into the haze?
Regret might flow two ways.
The doom of uncertainty.