These questions, on repeat,
In my questioning, confused head.
What do I want from this world,
Yet a fraction of complication?
I’ll never know.
All I know, is that incarcerated birds,
still cheerfully chirp,
And nothing is ever what it seems,
Not even people.
I learned the hard way,
Achieving desires means,
A sense of purpose,
And all fulfillment subsides.
Success is a state of mind,
Placement is what brings you peace,
So much to experience,
Yet so little focus.
At a certain point,
When getting old,
This contemplation follows,
And leaves me with nothing to show,
For all that I’ve experimented with—
Because staying put is too hard to bear.
Yesterday I wanted a normal lifestyle, with a 9-5 work schedule and weekends off. Today, I’m looking at career paths that require me to leave home and travel A LOT. I achieve everything I set out for, yet none of it scratches that itch after doing so. I can never just make a decision.