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
