Stuck in a Rut

When I’m stuck in a rut

I see anything but

A way out, for each road I might take

Means one pathway gets shut

And I know, in my gut,

That my chosen one is a mistake.

 

It’s neurotic, I know,

But it’s always been so,

Which is why any change brings such stress.

Then my spirits sink low

For a while, although,

Why I’m like this is anyone’s guess.

 

I can climb my way out

On occasion, no doubt,

When decisions require being made,

But by going this route,

Which this poem is about,

I’m not satisfied, I am afraid.

 

Oh, I envy those souls

Who achieve all their goals

In a calm and content kind of way,

But I have no controls

Over how my mind rolls,

So the ruts I am stuck in hold sway.