A River With No Destination

I wish I could put a closed sign 
On my mind sometimes 
Because there are days I can't think
To save my life 
I feel like there are multiple streams 
And I'm making decisions to try and cover 
all of them
But more continue to appear 
Like stars in the night that I can't catch 
My creativity is flowing 
But there is no place for it 
Each drop of sapphire 
Drips from my pen 
As I try to forge a place 
Where the end point makes sense 
Instead of flowing without structure 
Cherry blossoms fall 
Sweet smelling distractions 
Diverting me from my intentions 
I don't want to look back 
But I can't see where I'm going either 
What if there is no destination?
I don't want to continue battling against sharp rocks and debris 
If I can't reach land eventually.