Loose Change With Frayed Ends

Loose change with frayed ends, my life feels snagged on acute bends. Tangled threads surround me, they seem to wind and bind me, preventing freedom's trends. I don't know how others do it. Missing the rain when it hits. My path does not stroll with their plans, thus the way for me expands. So I won't despair; my path is lit. This is true: I've been on my way since school. Behind challenges left unresolved; ahead my life's riddles solved; I am ready to go and eschew fate's cues that can not queue. The path's magic I already knew. I am in the doldrums, of witch's cauldrons. In it I follow the call. The fear of cast inside perpetual.