Stuck
Location
The inevitable futures looms over me
On this journey to find myself
To pick a major is to pick a future
As I sit my mind wanders the world of options
Simply hoping to discover what’s next
I only want to glance through the curtain
To peek at what the future may hold
Finding the place I fit seems an unattainable goal
A piece of gold buried deep in the sand
A sweet relief and clarity of mind that I will never have
I feel time close in on me
The pressure, the thought of unknowing is unsettling, overwhelming
The questions seem to be constant,
The time everyone says I have rushes by
As I remain stationary, still, stuck in the state of confusion
Stuck
You wont feel that sweet relief until you decide
You wont be free
The frustration must escape you
Before it overtakes your mind
Takes your sanity
I remain in my thoughts
As the inevitable future looms