A million thoughts scrambling through my brain
Screaming and squabbling along the thick grey jelly.
Desperately trying to not look the same,
To stand out and catch my attention
I sweat and gasp at the still plain paper
My eyes search fanatically for an answer
Thoughts struggling to make sense drowning in my for-head vapour,
I can hear so much, but silence still prevalent
Slurred speech, mumbles, cries
If only I could admit defeat
That was the cause of this in the first place it was the reason why
Why I couldn’t fill the page.
I tried to remember something, anything negative
To compare something I could perform to a lesser degree
But I had been forsaken, with an exceptional education
Seemed logical, but proved impossible to me
Choices. There! That’s my downfall
I can’t seem to choose
There’s something I can not do,
Nope I can not choose!
Thus a conclusion!
A career that involves choices!
There I will not succeed.
So eliminate jobs involving choice, I concede
After the aftermath, I am left with jobs suited to me,
The objective is more clear
I cross away the jobs I now know I can’t perform
One by one, narrowing my destiny,
Heaving substantial weight from my shoulders as I tick away a job
My mind begins to slow
I begin to surpass fear
Staring at the list of now suited careers
A prick of anxiety stings me:
How am I meant to choose? ...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hehehe nice. Good poem, a never ending decision.