Starting out on the road of life

Waiting, standing, in an endless hallway of doors.
The physical is changing shape, flowing like hot wax, stinging the logical mind. The brain twists into a fibrous knot of confusion.
An endless cycle, forever moving, never ceasing, always yearning, for a sense of permenance. A solid ground to freely move upon, to be able to trust.
A blind step of faith is a movement heavily thought upon before acting on. The eyes are never trustworthy. With no promises or guarantees, a step into this world seems like a fifty foot drop. A sense of dread covers the soul warning of impending doom.