Stuff

There are so many things that threaten to undo me.
The greatest just now is the stuff in my head.
"What stuff?" you may ask.
The only response you will get is a blank stare and 753 head shakes.

I don't know.
So much confusion.
Should I?
Should I not?
Can I?
Will it kill me?
Will it make me stronger?

I wish I had punching bag.
I really do.
At least I could burn out the frustration.
Then maybe I could see clearly enough to sort out "the stuff".