Poetry Page…”Blind Curve”

What to do, what to be
Searching for identity
Wondering if others will accept me
Looking left, looking right
Which way to cross
Took the wrong turn
Where to go, back, forward, left, oh straight head on the path
Why, who to trust, where to go
If the door opens, who is going to greet you on the other side
Wishing I was a rock star, a sculptor, worthwhile
Conforming is quite the cost
Quiet now, watch, observe, wait, and when is it my turn