Constantly turning, tripping on my own deficiency
On my knees tangled into my lack of confirmation, Each strangling rope tied to my imbecilic self
Nodding off when an intellectual avails commodious words
Flummoxed right and left by the barbarous webs of my muddled perception
Uprooting is not an option, For the webs constrict my judgment.
Superincumbent to the weight of the webs
Entering the depths
Drowning into my bitter conscious, The webs drag me into ignorance I must break free