An Age of Confusions

"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."

~ Jack Kerouac

Here I stand confused feeling like there's two poles inside my head and like a blind man at cross-road I think that somebody will come up to me and help. But, sometimes there's no one to help and blind man has no option but to tap his stick on the ground to assess and tread.

   

It's so confusing sometimes
unwanted rage, conflicting desires
in this age so prime
what is it that I want ?
what is it that I aspire ?
ohh, these crooked desires..

Ahead, two boulevards for me to take  

picking one is what I dread

do not want an imprint of mistake 

fear failure and it's lash-like taste 

what if ? I doctored one instead

affecting all of what's waiting ahead 

Push and pull hurts me most 

uncalled for reproach and abuse

beginning of the feeling like I lost

dropping dead on some random spot 

what if ? all this is just a ruse 

just to complex the confuse  

They say listen to your heart 

and silence all that ails

sever all that thwarts  

but how would I know 

which train to derail ?

 or which one's  a favorable sail ?

It's so confusing sometimes  

there are no such complications

like confusions of a simple mind.