NEEDLING

This makes no sense. What language should I use? For speaking in tongues? I am no prophet. I know not what the grand plan is or might be. I have no clue. I am, to make it as clear as lightning, clueless. Barely can I capture the hints of outer influences on my private life of being ME. Barely... and I mean I cannot even see almost cannot even notice the nudges from sources other than me, sources which aren’t produced or instigated by me... barely can I even notice what is me and what isn’t. I am a walking punching bag unaware of my nature constantly beat upon by outside influences, and I can barely differentiate one from the other... I am the boxer too, that golden glove feather weight holder of the title wannabe. Texas boxing blues. I am the punching bag and the golden eyed boxer. I am the trash gym metal walls and sweat soaked gloves. I am the teeth protector, the mouth-piece, I am the jock-strap, and the athlete’s foot mushroom. This makes no sense. What language should I use?