uncertainty.

i've been existing in a haze.
not normally a state i condone.
living without clarity.
or self-understanding.
repetition has become my drug.
i have become enslaved to my routine.
some people thrive in such conditions.
but i only feel stifled.
unable to breathe.
there's no coming up for air.
rather.
i must continue on with little direction.
only hoping.
and praying.
that the driving force within.
knows much better than i.
where it plans to take me.