The older I get

The more I fall into

My particular brand

Of insanities

Insecurities a plenty

Second guessing

Every move

Every action

Every everything

That happens to me

Around me

Unsure

On how the world

Truly operates

Questioning

If I know what’s going on

If I actually know

Or am I misreading

Not understanding

Everything

Around me

Letting clouded perceptions

Slowly lose grip

On what

Remains

Of my

Sanity

– James Dubeau