Where do you go from here? 
The sign post set by dad and mom just warped
Into this monster pointing in every which direction. 
Yesterday, it all seemed clear: backpack stuffed, 
Maps marked and ready, dreams clear and steady 
Like a tight line stunt. But now, 
Where do you go from here? 
You thought you had the director's chair covered
And all ought to fall in place like Lego art by LUGS. 
But you miscalculated the meaning of the journey to God, 
It's deeper than degrees, deeper than 18, deeper than love,
And can only go if you seek, understand, and let go 

(c) nyonglema