The infinity of choices ~

As I stand collecting my thoughts

I wonder if this was the first time 

I'd spent time with myself.

There was so much to catch up on. 

I reflected on the burden of expectations,

I thought of what people wanted of me,

I thought of the things I did,

& I wondered if I knew what I wanted. 

I look at the teeming multitudes,

driven by a desire to breathe,

to continue the litany of existence,

perchance to live. 

And I muse at my own busyness,

the things I do, the things I've done,

what I considered precious -

and I reached a count of - none. 

And thus began my conversation with myself,

a stranger, it seemed, stood in front,

and however deep I delved, I found -

I'd lost the ability to know what I wanted.