Muddled
Swirling, blurring, merciless mind
How can you keep me locked up inside?
Waiting, wishing, fearing of the answers to be
How can I sit here and not want to leave?
A nebulous path laid ahead
Thoughts twisting inside, over growing with dread.
Why is that it cannot stay in tack
Throughout the vicissitudes of life's alternating path?
Sitting here in disarray
Muddled in my thoughts.
Losing my conviction, having no faith
Where have I lost myself in this place.
Time moving on at its own pace,
All the while I am fighting, fighting this fate.
I believe it is almost done,
It is time to succumb to this place.
Just simply muddled.
No other way to construe these thoughts,
Slowly fading, disintegrating, dissolving away.
My mind is a moribund place-with no plan to save.
