Should I envy or be at awe
with those who know their course,
or at least direction towards which
to navigate their vessel,
(meaning, of course,
all of their efforts)
no smooth sailing but
cunning sharks and rocks
and rowdy waters
will crash against their sides,
as they take off into horizon.
And as for me,
lost in debris of possibilities
and many routes, I float along
the shoreline, tangled up
in seaweed.