Listening

Here I sit, still as rock Listening, wondering Where do I go from here? What do I say from here?   I listen to the wind Howling, then gentle It tells me to wait Wait until the storm passes again   I listen to the music A variety of sounds It tells me to try Try to make more of myself   I listen to the words Yours, all the others They tell me nothing Nothing more than I already know   I listen to my heart Plagued by worry It tells me to stand Stand up for myself, for you   I listen to my thoughts Confused and mixed They tell me to continue Continue wondering until the very end   So, here I sit, still as rock Listening, wondering Where do I go from here? What do I say from here?