beached

I find myself drawn in a specific
direction
and my instincts tell me I'm wrong, but my
body
keeps heading the wrong way
how can I control myself when there is all this
noise
in my head, forcing me to plod on, constantly moving
oblivious
to the fate I can't see and don't want, I am too
weak
to stop
too stubborn to turn around and too old to do anything
differently
than I ever had
because then I could only blame
myself
for the mess I'm in
again