Through the void

I stand in the middle of my thoughts, drawn only to the drawings in my head, I stand between this world and the next, the space between who I am today and who I will be tomorrow. Left with only one choice, choice itself, for now I choose who I will be, no teacher, no parents, no You, only my voice remains, no arrows to success and no well trodden paths to failure.

Left to my own devices I devise my way to . . . .
To nowhere
for here is where i wish to be, but the world is not built on wishes you see,
so I read these words and plan my journey,
my journey back to here.