"Hello Mud....My name is Stick"

Vertigo is a metaphor for Me
I'm like a kitten crying high up in a tree
paralyzed by fear unable to climb down
holding on tight, my world is spinning all around
I thought of nothing as I climbed up branch by branch
It seemed so novel, and so I took my chance
but now I've climbed too high, and this game is much less fun
soon if the winds blow, my adventure will be done
how can i retrace steps, to make sense of this mess
Logically I should be able to mentally digress
a re-route of thought process would likely do the trick
yet "Hello Mud"....."My name is Stick"
Vertigo is a metaphor for me
I'm like a child crying high up in a tree
reaching out for help, unable to climb down
letting go I take a tumble to the ground
My mind is like a maze, and I have lost my way
I cannot smell the cheese and so in this place I stay
stuck in loop logic, I do not persevere
My voice of reason whispers "Get me out of here"
a re-route of thought process would likely do the trick
yet "Hello Mud...."My name is Stick"