Days Ahead

The days ahead lie hard and long With time ticking fast and strong Throwing confusing options my way And unknown paths, right or wrong. I wish life came with a manual Maybe some aid, audio or visual To overcome certain chapters Until it became habitual. As i see it, my life is a boat Trying its best to stay afloat Struggling against the strong winds With chances of making it, remote. Or i wonder, is it all in people in-built? To keep balance when there's a tilt To know exactly who they want to be And to keep the boat till the shore, adrift. But after all this futile pondering With nothing but worry lingering I realize that i have gotten thus far And that in itself, is something. So maybe there is no specific rule As such, to motor through this life cruel But my worry and overthinking Is definitely not its key or fuel.