Torn

About feeling indecisive.

Not going anywhere
Stuck
This quick sand like town is taking me under
Outside there are so many possibilities
That I fear I may never know

It seems I can't flourish
Nothing blossoming
Get me through this one
Was I fine in discontent and incompetence?
Turning my back on it fully

Now in my dark place
Down the tunnel
The saying is a fable, there is no light at the end of this bitterment
No resolve or solice
So I am just aimless in wonder
All the parts I found proved o be no source of completion or comfort

Maybe strength to keep walking down a lonely path
To cross a bridge that I would've burned behind me undoubtedly

The stars are inaccurate and misleading
How can they guide me constantly North...when it's not the path I merely seek?
Still the answer hides ib cryptic and foeshadows in great depth or emptines
My judgement is impaired slightly by the forces of nature
So guttural and primal

The sinful thoughts still a wash and written all over my face

Leaving me with no time at all to fill in the blanks

It seems like this life is one tough break after another.