Lost! Poem by Purple 97 Angeline

Stumbling around there's nothing I see
Fumbling with my mind I'd rather flee
Accumulating doubts and queries
Advancing fears and amassing worries
Totally Stoned and intoxicated
by nothing that can be stated

Intensifying multiplication of questions
Leaving Breathlessness no more than fractions
What must be done doesn't feel like to be done
What we must not feels like nothing less than fun

Equations, formulas and definitions
Question-marks are all I can mention
Emptiness of subject knowledge
Ignorance will force me to the edge

Isn't there anything else more to life
than to go on a paper-chase just to survive
One day
when decisions sway
I'll be nowhere
other than somewhere
around there...