Who and How

Who do I want to be,
A man of West or East,
Or maybe a traveler of the seas,
Does the north suit me,
Or is it not a question of geography?
My vision is blurry.
What if it's a question of time,
Is there enough of it to decide?
That clock's perpetual chime,
Is life passing me by?
Like a roller-coaster ride,
The longest part is the line.
If life is short and sweet,
Why then aren't we,
As decisive as the analogy?
We dwell on the impossibility,
Of having everything come free,
Free of sacrificed opportunity.
A fundamental debate,
Between me and me.
If all's well that ends well,
And all good things come to an end,
Then are all ends good?  
Or is a bird in the hand,
Worth two in the bush?
Adversity and loss make a man wise,
and a stitch in time saves nine.
These proverbs guide,
But they do not provide,
Answers to the questions
That come with life.
The answers come in time,
No rhythm or rhyme,
Experiences mold our mind,
And our mind ages like fine wine.