A storm in the head

My thoughts are spread over the vast horizon of my mind like expansive clouds. I wish it would start raining now and flood the whole street so I could make a paper-boat and clap in joy as it rushes down the stream. Make another one. But this one does a flip flop maneuver and yields to the storm, leaving me soaked in a dismayed smile. You pass my way and ask me what I was doing. I tell you that I was gazing into my future - that I could reach glory and sink or sink even before I take the first step. You think how undecided I am. I laugh at you thinking that my life is so simple; I have only two choices to make…