too much

am i being too hard on my self?
and am i making it too complex
settle down find a wife
find a town ride it out
judge jury executioner in my mind

am i living a worthy life?
am i doing what is right and on time?
a purposeful life seems always out of reach
confusion confusion and muddled beliefs.

'i came here t drink but noone wants to sell me any booze

i ll live that purposeful life if i figure out what s right
i m well aware what s wrong, what i cannot stand up for

am i 
there are too many worlds to inhabit
too many possible futures
too many people
 too much space, too many days, too many nites
too much stuff and too much inevitable waste
i wish to simplify, to focus on what to me is right 
and this city doesnt help, distraction to my left and right.

a pure form 
sieve out the clutter in my brain, wash it through with cool water
too many lists, too many emotions, too many hang ups and phobias
too many thoughts, too many rules, forms, emails spreadsheets, religions, 
too much choice but not enough time
too many wants,  needs, too much tv, too many channels, too many fucking photographs, overload, too much too much, saturation point. how can y really appreciate what you have if there is too too much
too much stress, too much distraction. how can we sit with ourselves when the world is out there screaming for our attention 24 hours a fucking day?