Confusion is a Choice
Lost in a space that I thought I knew, Chasing the dreams that I pursued, Living every moment and waiting for time to pass, The next level seems further away, than I thought it would be at the start, I don't know where I am going or what I'm going to be, The gaps in my understanding make it tough for me to see. I wait for events to take place, some sign of the new direction, With the onset of change, sometimes I don't recognise my own reflection Who am I? What am I supposed to be? Where am I supposed to go and from this confusion, how must I break-free? Stuck in a life that seems happy, but Im scared to lose it all, Afraid that the things and people I've hoped and longed for will be the ones that make me fall. When will I know the certainty of my life - a future that is sure, Sometimes, when I look back, all I see is a blur. Maybe I choose to think this way and to continue being confused, Leading to erratic and unstable behaviour and my tendency to lose