These days
I have no companions
except my problems,
me, myself, and

                                                 I
My soul is a tangle
and the only way
to untangle it
is discover who I
     
                                                 am
­I already know
what I want
to be, though
It’s hard to find
             
                                          ­    a
way to get there.
No way is sure
My bank of ideas
holds a high
          
                                            ­     total
There’s so many things
so many problems
intertwining
to create a full on
         
                                               ­   mess