Who am I?
Which hand can I take?
A hand of a person?
A hand of some God?
I don’t know
Maybe I don’t have to think about it
and my feelings will find
There own way
I don’t know
I trust myself,
I trust my feelings
and most of all I trust my hands
I know
That my hands will make the right
decision for me
the will lead me, but which way?
I don’t know
But someday, someone or something
Will take care of my hands
Take care of me