‘Where am I headed?’ It seems like the commonest question asked. Any elder would say its a question that comes with your age. In time you’ll get there. ‘But where?’ You’ll know once you’ve arrived that you knew all along.

Philosophical bull crap.

There’s too much to do

the yearning’s strong

I fill out the lists

but the priorities are wrong.

And with all these desires

to be strong, smart, successfull and well known

who am I?

And how do I find my own?

There is a clash of personalities

not out there but in my own mind

I want it all…wealth, experience, stature

and an urge to be satisfied for having lived wise and kind.

Why does it all seem like different paths…

Why can’t there be one road to all destinations?

Where are the signposts to guide us…

How do I take all the baby steps to fulfill my resolutions?

Do I lack will?

or some unknown strength of character to pull it off?

Have I missed the light

or am I just following the wrong prof?

The lanes seem so many and so winding

my songs tunes keep on changing

Why can’t I just know?

Where sleeps my intuition?

If I could just see…

How to make my dreams come true

to be better and grow into this misty ideal

to walk on a sure path with shoes that just knew.

But the answer is still hiding

this life is so long

and yet time is running out

Sleep calls…tomorrow might bring the right song.

If only…

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