Headlights and Lighthouses

I see lights in the distance
Shining with hope
Glowing with comfort.

Are they headlights or lighthouses?
Coming to my rescue
Or calling me out?

They beckon out to me through the
Void of desparate darkness and black seas
Surrounding my every move.

Which one do I heed?
Stuck, alone, drifting away
But not progressing.
Do I move or do I stay?

I've been wondering for so long
In this same place
Not knowing which direction to row in,
Or whether I should or shouldn't.

I'm restless and lazy,
Passionate and apathetic,
Enthralled and tired.
Free and imprisoned.

There are so many voices
Telling me to choose.
But I don't even know where to begin
Asking the right questions.

Will picking up an oar and trying to row
Only discover an anchor
Keeping me in one place
Then hurt and alone?

But I feel the traces of warmth in the lights,
Wishing for something of the anti-ego,
Some other interactions outside of myself.
Will there be more use for me
Outside the circle of my indecision?
Or will there just be another group of

Headlights and lighthouses?