-- F - e - u - D --

Feels like standing in the middle of everything,
So I stood still to fathom what is occurring,
Though through my sight all things are blurring,
Little by little events turn out to be glaring.

The things around me are moving in a fast pace,
They’re in a motion that seems impossible to chase,
To tag along I stared and kept my gaze,
For I fear a blink would leave me in a maze.

So and so, I tried to follow the track,
But each step only pulled me twice back,
However I try to construct my own rack,
The more it becomes a cycle I have no way to hack.

Now I’m in a state of being truly confused,
For I am neither appreciated nor abused,
And before I end up being totally subdued,
I need to purge from this seeming self feud.