Reading in the Dark

Its no walk in the park with no light
I’m impatient and keen and I’m willing to fight
I need help to carry on
And get through this mess that I’m working on
Where do I start, do I finish?
Is it easy, is it hard, is it right, is it wrong?
How many questions am I allowed to ask
Before I fall down and I’m carried along
I am reading in the dark of this lighted room
Thinking of my options that will not begin to bloom
It’s getting more complicated
By the minute
When you’re looking outside at that tall grey brick wall
And a bird catches gaze, falls and stumbles, then squalls
You can’t help but think of those unfortunate lies
That can bury themselves but will suddenly arise
How many crows must you count and then stall
Must you think about carefully then lose and so ball?
When lies do arise can you hide them with truth
Or do they drift, from me to you?