Loaded with questionsPacking doubts Hand-in-hand with beloved I'm moving a house, Making a new home.
Where will I be, What will be my dreams. Will there be fulfillment? Probably, it seems.
In the air are thoughts Up above are clouds It will all clear up in days to come, And I will find a new self in crowds.
Good, bad, ugly who knows Different it will be, that much I know.