To be or not to be.

Wandering the street, the boy looked lost,
Blank faced, he looked, but didn’t see,
He wandered aimlessly, almost stumbling with every step,
His listless eyes wore no expression, refusing to commit.

The person that he was, the person that he is,
The person that he wants to be, and the person he is going to be,
All stand divided, all mirror images,
Similar on the outside, until you read the eyes.

There is little doubt where the fracture came from,
But the question of why has yet to be answered,
The answer might stare him in his face,
But unless acknowledged, it will not register.

The clarity of the past cannot be regained,
The neatly drawn lines have all but faded,
Black and white have tainted one another,
Pleasant simplicity replaced by gnawing self doubt.

His state might be confusing, but not particularly unpleasant,
But for one like him, it must not last,
The options are open, and he may have to choose,
Or perhaps he could sustain them all after all.