I struggle

I struggle

To keep my head on

Straight

It is too easily turned

Everything flows

The wrong way

If I were to follow

My nose

I would soon be

Lost

With no direction

Found

Tripping over

Myself

Coming back

Dissatisfied

With the outcome

Before

It has come to pass

Perhaps

It is a curse

To be attention

Disordered

Never sure

Of my place

In the story

Confounded

Even as

I drive the last nail,

But one,

Home.