Often do we fall, only to rise again.

My life is stagnant,
water riddled with bacteria,
my brain has an infection,
caused by my own hand.

Never-mind my mind,
never seems to find the time,
to settle down.

I rush towards the waters,
only to drink the sand!
the circuits have become deserts,
and I navigate the land.

It's time to cultivate a plan,
for which goal is who I am?
which flag it is I plant,
under the legs to where I stand?

Self-inflicted, depicting... nothing.
So here I am, to fall,
or not to fall,
only to rise again.