Bizarre Complexity

I glance at my self
in the shard of glass on the floor
I see a million images
Which one is my door?

I cannot decide
which path I will go
so please show me the way
you wise old shadow

I am not sure of myself
but as of just yet
the emotion is strong
but I will still fritter and fret

My journey is complex
as a line in many dimensions
It is as if I have been placed in a vex
Which places upon me much apprehensions