Lucid Thoughts

I am my own worse critic, to question my own choices, to tell me right from wrong, no rough draft to my life. Mind me not- weary mind, being the fair weather friend- rather sickening... Fighting amongst ourselves, hatred rising, thoughts racing, deciphering the moral, of my soon to be regrets... This abyss... this life- so fragile, why built to understand? What perception, just leads- to deception. Why cursed mind! Doubt- no longer, I am the master.