Where do we go from here, I feel the uncertainty in the air, Or is it just me, it's always just me, Convincing myself of finalized emotions that haven't even begun, I don't know how to be what you need, when in reality all you may need is this me, The problem is mine to create and solve, and never remain satisfied with the solution, Strive to create this well articulated illusion, to smooth over all of the doubt, I am used to the fast lane, this reduced speed makes me anxious, Wondering what makes content to take this unbeaten path, Wanting assurances I couldn't produce myself let alone expect you to provide, I look directly at you and still you hide.