Here I Am Standing...

Here I stand, with my bare hands, and my blurry sight.
Here I collide with reality, with truth.

Here I see beyond, but cannot focus on anything near, nothing comes clear, its all splotches.
Where Am I?
Do I have to be here?

Here I stand, knowing nothing on where to go, but I have to keep going.
There's a path right ahead, I just know it is there... But maybe it is not my path.

Here I stand, with my bare hands, and heart full of hopes, in a house with cheer happiness, people full of stories and history, tales to tell, christmas to share, a little bit of darkness but a little bit of spices.

Here I stand, waiting and thinking... Will the answer come, or will I have to look for it.

Here I stand in the middle of nowhere, raising my head to the sky, praying to whichever God is around...

To please help me out.