I don't know, I know, I don't know

In this dark moonless night,
I search for a shadow in this forest.
A shadow of what or whom, I don't know.
Something that perhaps gives me something?
What do I need, I wish I knew! Comfort? Direction? Understanding?
But when I get it, I know, I'll know.

Should I stay here and keep waiting, keep thinking?
Or should I keep exploring the forest in this search?

I feel that I am fixed to the ground,
By nails I didn't hammer in.
When and where did they come from, I don't know.
So I guess, for now, I am stuck.
Waiting, again for rustling of the leaves,
To show a sign that something is around...

Just another sound, besides these crickets working overtime.