what can I say?
i shrug.
As I get Struck,
My movement to no avail.

I look back on my stay,
I shrug.
Have I made my mark?
Just a trail leading many astray.

Plenty asks if I may,
I shrug.
Can I?.. I feel stuck.
stationery; slowly getting stale

Do I fear the way?
I shrug.
undecicive of my own embark.
the ship which will take my sail.

I dreamt; I sway,
stopped my shrug.
sprinting gracefully in the dark,
all these without any ail.