Tippy Toes

In a corner of many ideas,

The news spreads and opportunity rises,

I think of this and wonder on that,

On tippy toes I walk towards the light,

Or is it something else disguised as mine,

Will the ned be jow or I wait and see,

I'm jot sure anymore cause God's declined,

To tell the path so I trudge on now,

I ask for guidance that I'm on the right path,

But if I'm not,

At least I tried,

For it's not a sprint but a tippy toe walk.