So… here’s the deal; I am 22 years old, and am still nowhere near figuring it out. One might think it acceptable to struggle when young, but after 3 winters resolving not one thing, concern rises.
I still don’t know if I lean towards the intellectual or the creative, I don’t even know if they ally… I don’t know if I’m sentimental. Or unnatached. And have no clue as to what next steps should be taken.
I reached the goal I worked so hard for, now there’s no other ziel. I glide over midnights and live a double life…I’m avatar as I wake up…
I have done things most people only dream of, and now I only long for slumber…
The path to follow has been covered with dirt, impossible to discern. There is no road , so in hopes of not being lost, I keep a straight path, following the horizon… it will eventually lead me nowhere… But at least I’ll be there…
There is one chance of having a light… Of winning the lottery… It is all about listening… And then, the path will emerge, and I will Follow the Yellow Brick Road unto Emerald city…
where I belong...
