A scrambled mess
will it ever be solved?
I thought
As life goes on, will it be a path?
To happiness? 
To sorrow? 
To regret?
To pity?

A scrambled mess.
Will I become successful?
Many vibrant hues, my personality?
You chose the path. 
Or is it already figured out?
As you travel down the road you put
the pieces together.
For the right or the wrong.

This poem is inspired by a painting by:Shirana Shahbazi