straight on till morning

tug of war in my soul seemingly as of late im not sure where to be so i limbo hesistate and just get crashed around like a post-battled-ship-wrecked-deckhand clinging to a wooden piece of left over exploded pirate ship in never land these croc infested waters are luxury void and im exposed to the deep blue water where employed to survive im drifting along thinking back to the point where it started to go wrong