Mirrors

I really don't know
what I am doing
with my life.

I mean,
I know what I'm doing,
but not necessarily why
I'm doing it.

I'm aware of the fact
that my actions are
leading my somewhere,
but I cannot seem to pin down
just where exactly that
destination really is.

Nor do I know if
I will like the place
that I will inevitably
end up in.

I feel like I'm stuck in an
eternal maze of mirrors,
With many roads,
most of them leading me
back from whence I came,
And with lots of opportunities of
self-reflection.

I just hit the same mirror again.

I can even see the little imprints
on the mirror after
so many times of
ramming my head against it.

I guess I should at least
take this opportunity to
realize that, while I may not know
Where this maze will lead me,
that I must be content that
I at least got this far.

I'll let you know when I'm out.