There are no maps to the place I'm going

I choose me.
What is more selfish? Denial in order to pacify, or denial of the truth?
And who do you deny, really? Forget rhetoric.
Tension lies, belies, inside, it cries out.
It's torture.

I want to go where the winds calls my name.
Home, a place I've never been.
It's taunts are seldom heard beyond my walls.
My shepherd protects me and my fall.
Though I shall not know the wolf by name.

I believe but I do not trust.
I desire but I do not make plans.
I am brave but I do not tread.
I am strong but I have no heart.
I am but I am not.

I really am sick of these comfortable stinky boots.
The soles are strong, yet my toes have pushed through.
Left
Left
Left Right
Left
About face!
As you were.....