At the ends
The ends of my wits
I am
But lost
Beyond help

The fear of the unknown
I do not know
What I don't know

And the knowledge
I possess
Gripes me

How much
Do I really need to know

What do I do
When everything and everyone points
But the directions

Are random

Assorted in multitudes of angles
The masses of things and the burning fear

Running through my mind
It confuses me

And consumes me whole
Like
A mouse

Walloped
By a snake

A pebble

Swallowed
By the tides

Day and night I think of what and how
To face this problem
The lack of knowledge
And destitute of time

I ain't sure
What the root
Or roots
Of this problem is

I simply know
I'm rooted to this ground
With no escape out

With the exception
Of pure hard work