Broken Headlights

Sitting here, mind all in shambles.
Don't know what to do, feel so lost.
Too early to stop, too late to change.
All I see is a vortex of dreams mixed all about.
Dreams I have, dreams I've had.
So many dead ends and the tail lights are broken - I can't see.
How does one tell if he's on another road that's "not a thru street?"
Why do I feel like life and the American dream are just....
A boulevard of broken dreams?