Silence

You're likened to a thoughtless mule

A field of wheat 

A speck of dust

So indignant

So insignificant

No convictions

You follow the wind of the unknown

You go nowhere

Nothing's changed

despite the change:

The silence is deafening;

It is now broken.

You think that would be a milestone

It isn't, really.

You still exist in a pool of stagnancy.

You go nowhere

As you did before

So plant your feet in the ground

Stand firm

Make a decision

Stick with it

Repeat.