What Do I Do Now?

There are a thousand things I wish to unsee
And a thousand more thoughts run amuck—
Like a stampede of tiny feet that I wish would be still.
The days I am caught in awe and wonder have grown scattered,
Dispersed frantically to their places,
Like beacons of hope that mock me.

Dreams of the future have turned into debts and addictions,
And the walls I build to keep me safe
Seem to grow ominously bigger.
The tops loom above me in the clouds,
While the bricks themselves
Wrap me in an abrasive embrace.

I stand blind and helpless
As the woes of youth gone awry
Seem to crush me
And steal the very breath from my lungs.