Into the Unknown

Old writing I just found.

My current mood is afflicting me,
Bringing the world's pressure down on my shoulders,
without a clear path beneth my feet,
I search for more and keep grabbing at what I've been fighting for,
All I've gotten thrusted at me other than careing friends and a family that supports me,
Is crap from my fellow seekers.
With The one i care for pushing me back,
only bringing me forward when he seeks my close friend,
and all of this makes me transform into nothing other than a fountain of dripping water,
spilling tears on the floor, only to mop up the marks I've left behind me,
Which I've made on my path,
Which has no marked map or compus,
but has only my foot prints I've compressed into the dirt,
Now there's only the awaited next step forward.
Into the Unknown.