No matter which way I turn
The patterns keep repeating
Like some crack-headed
Groundhog day
My life has become
A gordian knot of conflict,
Despair, rejection
And morose obsessions.
I keep twisting and turning
Looking for a way out
But I always end up
On the same path
A fore ordained outcome
Blasting through my genetics
Or fate's never ending bad pun
Perhaps one day
This knot will be cut
But how does that happen
Without severing the thread
Of my life?