Lost and yet to be Found

With the absence of assignment,
And tutoring lost,
I’ve started a journey,
In search of my spirit.

If you recognize it,
That twinkle in the left eye,
And that pinch in the corner of a smile,
If you see it, or notice it, I need to know.

See, I know of my spirit,
But I do not know what its rhythm is.
Its pulse, its life, its song,
I have to discover it on my own.

With no ideas or lessons,
A whole year to come of self-exploration,
I have time to find my style, my spirit.
Because I feel rather lost…

I am suddenly without a guide…
I have the capability,
The creativity,
But no one to tell me what to do with it…

I have to be my own artist now…
I have to decide on what I make,
What I create,
What I say.

And the frightening thing is,
And the exciting this is,
I have absolutely no idea,
What I will do next.

So, if you happen to see it,
My creatively wild spirit?
Tell me you can see me alive,
Tell me you see it rushing through my veins.

Tell me, but don’t describe it.
Discovering what my true nature is as an artist…
That’s something special to each individual…
It’s like being born, within yourself…

It will be that great moment,
When I know what I am supposed to do with my talent.
It will be that electrifying moment,
When I realize what my talent’s purpose is in this chaotic world.