What shall i do (to be continued)

I struggle to find the words
To describe the pain i feel.

My body, a hollow shell
Full of empty ambitions and wasted dreams.

However, lifes full of simple things
which are never as they seem.

My life, is like a compass,
It's held, in my own hands

With the sands of time eroding beneath me
It's time to cut a new direction.

For i am still not the man, i long to be
When looking back at my reflection

By James Reid