discomfit

though i try and try
i cannot see
through this haze
of perplexity

befuddled and cursed
i make my way
through a thickening fog
of the every day

it discomfits me
this lack of plan
and yet i still
do the best i can

i thought by now
i would figure out
the map, the guide,
my life's route

i know "it's the journey,
not the destination"
but not sure of either
& so endless frustration

but i shake myself
out of the stupor
& i muddle though
cuz i'm a trooper