Directions

Can I dig myself out of this one? Jimble jamble jumble, my head's not on straight. To which I walk is unknown. And solo. I feel bare. Surrounding me, no. In one moment, it comes up and down. Emotional, maybe? But it's different, couldn't be. Throwback to the first. Same mistake. World, you get the best of me. Independence, too much good can be bad. Mine. Excess to hubris? Stop it. Depend sometimes, turn right. Or the nightmare turns to reality.

Run back.