Oh, the pasta-bilities

Where did it even begin?
Like trying to find a single path through a plate of spaghetti.
Though, at times, I wish it were so simple.
Too often I get stuck at the meatball.

Like trying to find a single path through a plate of spaghetti.
Trekking through the marinara-splattered squiggles of life,
Too often I get stuck at the meatball,
Staring skyward in despair

Trekking through the marinara-splattered squiggles of life,
It makes me think of a single question
Staring skyward in despair
What am I supposed to do?

It makes me think of a single question
What the heck is with all this spaghetti?
What am I supposed to do?
And I am unable to find my answers in the parmesan.

What the heck is with all this spaghetti?
My life is not as straight a path as some,
And I am unable to find my answers in the parmesan.
I don’t believe that I will find the answers at all

My life is not as straight a path as some,
Where did it even begin?
I don’t believe that I will find the answers at all
Though, at times, I wish it were so simple.