Think.

Too much to think about, too much to do.
Where was I going, when am I through?
How did I get here, which way is right?
I'm doing my best with all of my might.

I think I am crazy, or maybe just blind.
Where is a place I can go to unwind?
Am I too lazy or far too high strung?
I feel much too old, not nearly as young.

Decisions, decisions, a beauty or a beast?
I'd rather sit down and order a feast.
Can I please get this cheesecake to go?
At least I can tell you I'm hungry, you know.

But the question is not in food or in feat,
it's determining which expectations to meet.
Mine are too high, I know this to be true.
But how can I know what's the right thing to do?