Flow

I'm desperately reaching,
for the light they are preaching,
for the shining guide there is,
I wonder, what if I miss?

Miss the chance to change,
what if it ends up strange,
What if I stride to far?
Keep my self-esteem in this jar.

Forever and ever not knowing,
how to fly, to be flowing,
What if these words fool me?
And I'll never know how to be happy, truly.