Confused

Confused

I stare at the walls all day,
trying to figure out my dismay.
Why is my head aching?
What noise is my inner voice making?
It is so near,
Yet not clear.
Is it about the decisions gone wrong?
Or about the misery of waiting too long?
At the end of my thinking
I can only see the ship sinking.
I am confused in love or call it lust.
My love life is going to ashes and dust.
Should I let go? Is ‘we’ no more?
Before I decide, I want to be sure.
What I want to do? Want to become?
Dreams many. Options, some.
Finally, I plan what should I do and say.
Fighting, to live another day.