Broken finger, broken finger, where are you?
Here I am, here I am. How do you do?
I’m having so much doubt right now…about everything I thought I ever wanted. What’s my dream? What’s my plan?
What do I WANT?
My mind drifts to Jack Sparrow and his compass. It’s supposed to direct the holder to whatever he or she wants most, but Jack always makes the needle toggle around. It never focuses on a single point to follow.
That’s kind of how I feel later. I want this and that, a little of this, some of that, etc. My compass needle is all over the place and I don’t know where to focus, you know?
Life is such a mystery. Actually, it’s really not that complicated when I think about it. Finding ways to live it MY way is what’s getting me all jumbled.
My way. I have to find my way. My path.