I feel stuck.
I feel confused.
As I look into the Sky
When the Sun has set,
I feel that I too, have let
Childish, yet once important things set.

But in the back of my mind I know that new things will come
I can sense their presence, but cannot yet see them.
These unwritten adventures excite me,
While I still want to hold on to the past.
The excitement of the Night has not yet begun,
Neither the Sun nor the Stars are present to guide me.

Keokuk, Iowa on the Mississippi River