Confusion ~ Essentially Without Category

My mind is an obstacle course,
a never-ending track.
It removes me from where I planned to go,
with no means of getting back.

Frustration and confusion,
are the fruit of all my toil.
Yet all I ever meant to plant,
Was goodness, in this soil.

My mind was once a furtive ground,
so i saught an answer to life.
bringing me loads of strife;
as I jumped on a merry-go-round.

From conclusion to question,
feeling to idea.
Every smile and every tear,
has brought me straight to here.

The funny thing, my friend,
I don't know where I am.
Confused beyond belief,
lost in a maze without end.

It's confusing you see,
to live paradoxically.
On the edge of knowledge,
and the start of mystery.