at times i feel
completely lost
pushed and pulled
with no say
in the direction
packing a bag
for a flight
i don’t want to take
to learn more
for a vocation
that barely
let’s me breathe
taking time
from the things
i should be doing
frustrated
anxious
and fearful
aware that this
constant
streaking
the wrong way
down one ways
that lead only
to dead ends
while the thing
i dream of
may appear closer
to just as
lost as me
in the two way mirrors
that reflect
my own insecurities

out of sync
with a world
that moves too fast
for the ossicles
that hang
suspended
in my inner
turmoil
as everything
comes out
wrong