Stuck

Where am I going now?
Why does it feel like I’m stuck?
I want to move but don’t know how
Like I’m mired in some indescribable muck
Spinning my wheels madly
Trying to escape its fiendish grip
Wanting to progress ever so badly
But just continuing to slip
So I shall redouble my efforts again
Put my head down as I move ahead
Trying to push through the fen
The bog through which I seem to tread
Maybe it’s all of my own making
Maybe it’s what’s been set before me
But the challenge is mine for the taking
Or the fall that comes may well destroy me