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?