MEANDERING

My mind is inundated with so many thoughts,

all coursing through my mind at a thousand miles an hour.

Amongst the insecurities that dart

and dive are ones that leave me stunned

like I’m shell-shocked from a war.

Will I live forever, does love stand true to me,

is fate to be kind to me?

I can’t answer any questions about the future,

I only know the answers from my past.

If I knew them before, could I have been more successful?

I go through life by meandering along its river

trying to avoid obstacles that may destroy me.

My chances of triumph are no greater than anyone else’s

but I feel I have a small amount of luck

guiding me to my eventual outcome

whatever that may be.