What To Do

Torn between several worlds,
Never knowing which is true.
Aside I sit watching the world flourish,
When I sit by idle, wondering.
Confused between what I want to do,
And what is expected of me to do.
When hope is nearly lost, it arises,
Only to fall once more by a simple falsehood.
Rather enjoying myself, I do what I'm told,
Only to discover I'm living the slave life.
Indecisive and unclear on myself,
I wonder what others think of me.
Alas, I realize I don't really care,
For I live life one day at a time.
Unfortunately, its one day too many.
So there I am, not moving, not caring,
And forgetting that one basic fact I have left,
I'm only human and must adapt or perish.