Internal Doubt

Rolling round and round in my head.
What are these notions I can’t put to bed?
Remnants left over from the night before.
Or are they so much more?
I haven’t a clue and that is what irks me.
Cause it feels like part of an unfinished story.
While ignorance feeds my doubt in a loop.
Playing myself as if I’m skilled with a flute.

Is this real or just fleeting?
Can I conquer without being beaten?

I don’t know.
I simply can’t say.
What is left might crumble away.
Siphoned thin.
My skin too weak.
Feels as though I might always be incomplete.

Sinking in place rather than swimming a mile.
All I taste in my mouth is a mountain of bile.
Should that be taken as insight that’s new?
I haven’t got a single clue!
Maybe if I knew more I could hazard a guess.
Rather than be stood here failing to impress.
Alas that is not the position I find myself in.
Cause everyone I see just keeps sniggering.

Is this real or just fleeting?
Can I conquer without being beaten?

I don’t know.
I simply can’t say.
What is left might crumble away.
Siphoned thin.
My skin too weak.
Feels as though I might always be incomplete.