I don’t know what to do.
I’m tired
But restless
Every decision feels like the wrong one.
I know what I want to do.
But that isn’t an option.
And I can’t control anything other than me.
Other people
The weather
Traffic
Will do whatever they want to
I can do nothing
To change that
But I still hold out hope
That somehow
The universe will make what I want to happen
That I can be in control just by wanting it
And I inevitably
Will plan my actions around the possibility
That this thing I haven’t asked for
Will fall into my lap
Be handed to me
By some mind reading miracle
And inevitably
Will be disappointed
When that doesn’t happen
