A little poem to keep you all updated; cryptic as it may be, you decide the interpretation.
Stuck in a rut with nowhere to go, this is not how the journey should flow.
Taking stock and pondering how, it’s going to turn out, the future, the now.
Consider ideas, possible plans, to “go with the flow” is not my command.
A solid framework of mapped out precision, a card with a strip, I’ve made my decision.
Deal with the bills when you’ve exhausted the token, if one door closes several others will open.
Biding some time to regather composure, a focused mind, some positive closure.
It’s coming, it’s coming, with optimism, some clout; I just got stuck trying to figure things out.
Chasing Amy-Lou 