Reflection

what's this scheme?

I'm strung like jerky over barbed wire.

others scale to the top of the hill

while I'm here falling back into the fire

I'm hindered by a swift current of doubts

that I, myself imbibe until I stand motionless

unlifted by the wheeling circle of the mirage

I wilt in the haze of my fears

seeing all opportunities approach and recede

until a white vapor dissolves every hope

so that my future is bleaker and bleaker

I know not of my soul even though I feel my body