Hints

"Will you shut up!"  
shouted under my breath  
as manifest destiny  
keeps goosing me in the ass  
   
I can take a hint  
there's no need to slap me upside the head  
reeling from the onslaught  
delivered on a tender breeze 
   
wandering off the beaten path  
knee deep in thistles and thorns  
clearing the trail  
with the weedwhacker of my soul  
   
"Ah-choo!" scream my sinuses  
suffering from feverish hay  
it seems the user manual for living  
is written in Hieroglyphics  
   
I can take a hint  
if I can just figure out what it's meant to be