Twists and Turns

When nothing is the same
And all I know is gone
What can I do
To possibly stay the same

For years and years as time went by
I only looked down a straight path
Barren of twists and turns,
I’m not sure of What to do
when the angels emerge from the shadows

I have no choice but to follow these
But how?
I don’t know
There’s not much I know,
But I do know that it’s too much
It’s not what I wanted
It's not what I thought

Overwhelming as an understatement
Confusing as a euphemism
What do I do with this?