Confused

I stagger, I shake, and I fear The path is crooked but promising From where do I find the strength to tear A piece of plan that keeps on teasing The very fulcrum of my happiness My peace, my hope, my love The centre of my existence Flying away like a dove I watch with zero persistence The depth of my own confusion The tattered pride, the scattered glory Until I stop staggering and wake up from this delusion The truth of the story will remain untold.