Standing in the middle.
Traffic is coming.
Surrounded on all sides.
A thousand different directions you should go.
A thousand different thoughts in your head.
A thousand dreams screaming for recognition.
A thousand passions fighting to be alive.
This is life.
Its a mess.
But its a beautiful mess.
Keep going, you, even if nothing makes sense.
Even if traffic is coming.
Even if no direction seems right.
Just keep going, you.