I have so many different thoughts; dreams, questions and many feelings, running through my brain like the blood pumping through my veins. I sit in my room brain-less like a wounded animal so confused and have no clue on what to do. I ask myself the "BIG" question: "What is life to me?". I am not sure but it has so many tunnels that I go through. Every day there is a new path to be followed which sometimes may lead me right back where I started and I have to start all over again. I often find myself faced with the same problem and situations as before. When I think over the past, the future, and the present all I see is my life as a huge prison. In this prison the only person behind bars is me. I know tomorrow is another day but how much longer must I wait?