Stuck like glue

Stuck like glue. No fucking clue. What to do. Mental goo. I sit and think. I walk and talk. I remember but it's not what I thought. I run and jump the hurdles. My stomach is nauseous and curdled. I don't know where to start. It's really tricky when it's in the dark. I'm transformed but cant be informed. For all my ideas have been absorbed. So now all I have is a foggy vision. Multiple pictures cause a collision. In my mind, from my heart. My soul is fighting to be a part. I struggle, so I hustle. I get to the top. I fall back to the bottom like a rock. Fast, hard and crashing down. I'm in this world and it's nothing sound. Mental stability and physical ability. Progressions instead of obsessions. If I only had what I need. I'd know the reality of all I see. I wouldn't question my worth or my ideas. For in my world there would be only believers.