Muddle - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

I'm in the middle of a muddle
Not a poodle or a puddle
Trying to break free from the huddle
And find my way back home
I've been hassled by the hustle
With no missile or no muscle
Just wrestling with the rustle
Of the need to get back home
My mind's been trampled by the trouble
And so rattled into rubble
That sends me dousing lots of doubles
As I weave my way back home
I feel scattered and so scuttled
And left saddled by the subtle
With no battle for rebuttal
Please help me find a home