There are times when I stop,
when the world rotates without me
and I am completely at a loss.
What comes next is a mystery,
a source of muted panic.
I gaze around me with eyes that have not seen before
and I wonder,
what comes after this,
when all is done and I have decisions to make.
Will I embrace change or shrink from it.
Will I enjoy life or trap myself.
Will I realise my dreams or tread on them
if my feet stray from my planned path.
What happens next.