Meandering

I wonder where this road of mine
will lead me to after
because i feel like i'm wandering
meandering, daydreaming down,
the path, the past, that leads
to i-don't-know-where
because i can't see
through the mist and the fog
to what happens next
where do I
go..
and i can't help but to feel
t r a p p e d
and ohososcared
because i don't want to live
but i don't want to leave
this world
your arms
so i r e a c h
out
to you
and hope that perhaps
instead of me saving you
[like usual]

can you save me?