Venting without a plan

Purpose = pushpin = poetry
If only one could believe that Utilitarian principles governed one's life
If only one could know what's right
from what could possibly, may possibly be
if only free will felt more like it, or less like Free Willy
when will the answers come
when will things be done
meanwhile I continue to age
fester with potential, unspent and unrealised
I see the life my parents lived and I worry
It's so short, so fleeting
how long before I commit to doing something
instead of surviving everything
Double bugger double damn
I gotta gotta getta plan