Where's The Rest Stop

Ive decided that, I never know what the heck I want for longer than 3 days.
I don't know what that means or what that makes me.
Really, I know what I want in the long run.
It's just these stupid little situations that leave me wanting to come to a full stop,
and say "Really, where the fuck am I going with this..."
I know where I want to go, but I feel like I'm trying to get to New York in a car I've never driven before.
And I'm given no direction because the map I once followed led me straight into a sort of sin driven hell of a relationship.
So, I'm driving cautiously trying keep up with traffic &stay within the speed limit.
Not knowing where I'm going, but knowing where I want to end up.
Aye, aye, aye.
LIFE.