Everyone expects you to be someone

To somehow make a difference,

But you just feel so overrun

Like a stampede in the wilderness.

You're expected to accomplish greatness:

Go to school, marry, get a job,

Maybe write a book or start a business,

Acquire money and get thing-a-ma-bobs.

But you feel trapped in a cave of confusion

With no escape from the decisions of living,

And the future seems like an illusion

Of numerous possibilities, so unforgiving

As it leaves you in a state of indecision

Of the kind of imprint to leave and your vision.