Somewhere entwined to the behind
Of the branches of life
Lies a little part of my mind
Lost in that busy labyrinth
Where there are several ways
But only one right path to destination.

They say journey is better than destination
But with a destination not determined,
What fun is journey anyway?
So many destinations,
So many paths
Where shall I proceed?
From where do I start?

The branches are too long,
Too much divided for me to reconsider
My path,
Which may or may not hinder
My plans.

I guess I have nowhere to go
I'll just sit right here
I give up, my foe
Named confusion at last wins the race.