I am a wanderer, baffled between the choice of two paths. I am a kite that has become detached from its string on a windy day, nowhere to go. I am an ant, flushed away from my group. I am confused.
This is my description. It is the truth. I have options. Too many options. I am befuddled.
I was bestowed with confusion before I even got to school. I was flustered with where my bus stop was. The new complex I was put before was a maze. As I grew, the riddles in my life amplified. The changes that occurred each year tortured me. 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010... Confusion, Confusion, Confusion....
Then came middle school. The distortion was threatening. I hung on, though. Through every new rule, through every new addition to my life, through every new confusion. I was a mess in the middle of commandment. The puzzlement was insanity.
Finally, in 7th grade, I got a hold of decree. I knew what choices to make. In 7th grade, the world made sense.
I now know that I have a choice of what I am. This one is clear to me now. I don't have to be the confused guy. I don't have to be clueless. I can be what I want. I know something I am clear of. Confusion is my past...
