Inspiring the mirror

Just some random thoughts from a while ago, which then led me to write a poem.

The question is not where do I go from here;
The question is where was I going before you intervened?
What did I want from life?
I know what I can do
I know what I like
But what do I want?
Living life with no plan is almost as bad as failure
You have abandoned hope without even trying
Are the ideas I have truly things I want,
Or are they imagined distractions?
I need to search, I need to explore myself
I need to write myself on a page again
I need to embrace my mind instead of hiding from the answers I find.
The mirror is a pen and a page.