Sedimental sentiment

The fountains of Damascus, spilling forth a trail of unknown sweetness, splash against the crystal and enter the air as mist.  All around the density of wonder grows, heavy at first, but darker still until there is nothing but the gleam of moonlight.  The wet shine covers the rocks like reflective silver moss, and I come before the pool to look for myself.  It is not until I stare into the waters that I see myself in the disturbed and undulating surface.  It used to be so clear to me, who I was and what I was meant to be.  For so long, I used to stare at my reflection, enamored with my perception of self.  But that image has long since been distorted.  The waters have become muddied and unsure and I can only see the shadow of myself anymore.  Should I wait around that it will settle, and I'm reminded of who I used to be, or do I strike out into the unknown and find out who I am now?