the broken road?

I ask the Lord
every night
for just another day in paradise

I longingly sit back and try to fudge through the muck that seems to be my reality
whoa!!
what a stress that can be... when I think of all the ideals that I had. how quickly they can be sailed through the windows and become only ideals of the past.
I find myself at several crossroads ( is that even possible) I thought not, but I have been forced to realize that in fact, many crossroads may come up and it is just the directions that we follow that will help to patch the uncertainties that often comes up.
okay lets cut the babble and the attempt to be all analytical.
the truth is that I am living a life that frankly put is completely jacked up. No puns intended.
I find myself involved in silly trysts that have major consequences.
like the All American Rejects... I have my dirty little secret.