A Poem: Thoughts

As each day passes, my situation gets more interesting:
Choices, patience, Carpe Diem, are these truths self-evident, will I see them?
Who is qualified to give me advice, to whom should I seek for guidance in my life?
Likes, loves, friendships and cares, relationships both lost & found, my vices my snares.
Poetry intrigues me, license to speak, my future my past, every bit of it bleak.
Hope for a new day, a brighter beginning, clear skies blue eyes and perfection unending.
The mysterious monotony maintains its threshold, must I walk on air, must I be so bold?
Rhetorically speaking why yes indeed, listen as the wind blows, for it speaks to me.