stream of consciousness near-nonsense

I must be mental with all this clutter in my head and in my hands

and in my life to have gone on for so long without taking inventory

out on this promontory waiting to see what happens next when

I should and can only take the reigns myself

and what does it all really mean? I dunno but if I sit back and wait

for the answers nothing comes but annoyance intolerance bigotry idolatry

and no way out

so my way out is my way and through all the debris and back to the place where I smile