Bewildered

So many chioces.

So many roads.

All these directions

Have me in overload

Where do I go?

What do I do?

Where do I belong?

When will I find love true?

What should I be doing?

To whom should I turn?

When will this become clear?

What bridges do I need to burn?

The past

The future

The present

A fork in the road

Which path has my name on it?

Why am I so lost?

Confused

and torn.

How can I find

the reason I was born?

What I'm meant to do?

Who I need to be?

Why are the questions

overwhelming me?

Am I not living?

Am I not alive?

Is that why I feel

I have yet to thrive?

Bewildered