“Alternatives”

It looks like I’m going somewhere I did not expect…

My future looks bleak and there’s nothing I can do about it.

Can I just hang on tight and hope for the best?

Or is the best what you can make of it?

I often wonder where everything I have done has added up to nothing

And it is not worth anything to anybody else but me.

But I open my eyes and see that I am not forced to change.

I am only being diverted onto another path going toward the same goal

For all roads lead to Rome and my

Rome is in my midst

A crooked midst.

I received an idea from a car talk.

I learned that there is still hope.

Hope for me? We’ll see.

It is where this road will take me.

This bumpy, bumpy road

Seen by open eyes

And I am not forced to change

Because everything I am

Has added up to nothing

Worth nothing to anybody else but me.