Lost My Way - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

I'm back to being where I was before I lost my way
it’s hard for me to remember just where I am today
at least I think I once was here but now I'm not so sure
the past is rather muddled, the future is manure
I no longer have any faith in completing the simplest task
I’m looking for some answers but don’t know who to ask
my age is now a testament to stubbornness and grief
I have lost all sense of competence and in need of some relief
my sanity’s in question, my brain is in decline
things seem to go so well in little spurts of time
my attitude is such that I’m something less than whole
but then I find it's just a dream, I’m no longer in control
so I’m back to being where I was before I went astray
I need to find a transport that will take me far away
the past’s a fading memory, the future is rather blue
I’m hoping for the energy to help me bid adieu