This is my call.
I will not wander anymore.
I have chosen my path.
As difficult and wearisome as it will be.
There will be joy.
There will be sorrow.
I have decided to stop wandering.
Wandering in this desolate wasteland.
Chosen to go down another road.
Out of the ashes of my time of wandering.
A beautiful future will rise.
My time in this place of wandering has closed.
And I go to something bigger and better.
To my journey to becoming lovely.