Crossroad

I stare such a long time
At the blank sheet of paper.
Too many thoughts.
Not enough patience.

I've lived for such a short time
But with lots of variations.
Too many questions.
Not enough answers.

Days are passing by
And I meet a lot of strangers.
Too many pretty faces.
Not enough worth places.

Options and a lot of chances
Show up on the highway.
Too many road signs.
Not enough right directions.