I wrote this poem in response to the previous realization and also as I trudge through the muddy waters of decision-making for the next phase of my life.
restlessness tingles
spreads out from within;
desperate anticipation,
impatient to begin

the less-traveled-trail keeps secret,
stories hidden mark the way;
eyes jump from each attraction,
distracted feet tread astray

unshakable conviction
pleases the listening ear;
whitewashed foolishness
turns honey-shed tears

escape, come quickly!
to rescue this mite
overwhelmed, the longing
for wings of flight

sunlight bursts and shadows fall
darkness exposed these haphazard walls
painful discovery, a helpless wretch
pleading now mercy's net to catch

restlessness tingles,
but what is a sign?
let me not be unsure
that the True object is Thine