The Road

I feel like I am at a dead end in every area of my life....except with writing I guess.
Plenty of blocks, and potholes, but no dead end.
Here, supposedly, I get to decide everything, and no one can stop me--except me. It doesn't feel like that, but I have nowhere else to go.

Maybe it's supposed to be that way.
Maybe that's the only way to get where I'm going.
Maybe it's by design.
Maybe I'll start making great time.

Or, maybe it's all just hard.
Maybe instead of flying down this road, I'm meant to trudge.

Seems that way.