Confusion

What I have are dreams of need – spurred by monotony
Dead habits that celebrate my heart’s pain and agony
What I want are dreams long gone – they tire at sunset daily
I left them high and dry, daylong they shout and cry

Fuming papers I find lying across the room
Unused skills they say I have – that I loved and let go
They shout in many voices yet I hear nothing
I wonder when I see them – Am I deaf or they mute

Though many roads await me, I need to take just one
As I ponder over them, I seem to select none
A lone voice in my heart finally becomes free
“Every tributary will fall into the sea”

Everything that begins always has to end
Any route ever has it had to bend
Many journeys welcome the current
The path taken makes it different