Coherent Chaos

Somehow this got all mixed together
To become one complex tangle of thoughts
I know exactly when it happened
I do not have a clue when it really all began

Somehow right just became wrong
Because being right just made me stumble
So now I must choose to do right
Although, it may end up all wrong again

Somehow I wish that my thoughts would cease
Because right now I have a selfish longing for a care free life
Decisions whelm before me and I have no one to turn to
That seems wrong too . . . but it is actually the result of doing something right

I have never felt so alone in my coherent, yet, chaotic thoughts