Cant Help That


What are they for anyways.
Please enlighten me.

Always there always indifferent.
Can't we make up our minds without them?
I want to say I can't help that.

I can't help myself from sheets of paper.
Pages of stuff I think I want and need.
Do I really?

What about open ended goals?
Swinging doors that sway both ways, all the time.
I can believe can't I?

Tomorrow I will throw away the paper
Get rid of the piles of want to be's I've collected.
I will never get to most of these.

Remind me of their cause.
Because they seem to only have an effect on me.
I never seem to get there.

I'm done