The Step

I'm really not feeling poetic.
My mind is all elsewhere instead.
My thinkings are lightly frenetic,
And also quite solid like lead.
I'm looking off into the future
While pott'ring about in the now,
Getting brief glimpses of what I'm not sure
And wondering 'bout why? where? and how?
A step is about to be taken.
Is it scary or blissful or true??
Clearly these elements wrapped up in one;
And I'm taking that step now with you.