Direction

I ask myself a thousand questions. I never doubt the edge but I doubt myself. I feel I've given all confessions. I put my feelings on a shelf. So where do I go from here? What do I have to fear? I just want to see things clear. I feel locked up with nowhere to go. Seems I can't make it but I know I can. I'm never really high and I'm never really low. Not a boy any more but still a man.