Hot smoking steam
Clamored in confusion
I just want to scream
Whether I turn left
Or even in the right way
My missteps
Hinder the day
The walls cave in
Thinking on the whim
Impatience clutters
A level of dire grim
A need for change
Crying out in the desert
Can I be heard
Ineptitude to assert
I need to break loose
Widen the field
Think more clearly
For a foundation's build
The pressure's high
Enclosed in the burrows
My sorrows entrenches
Fallen into a furrow.







