I often wonder about my life;
the struggles that persist on every path.
Every effort to avoid the drama
leads to bad things.
There is the constant fork in the road;
signs of trouble hidden in the thickets.
The ambiguity and confusion;
the daydreams and the despair.
I think about my decisions;
the choices that prolong the turmoil.
Every action to achieve goodness
leads to negative reactions.
There are people in the places
imprinting their expectations.
Every clean sheet of my paper
becomes covered in the graffiti
of someone else’s dreams.