Mismanagement

I Don't know what you want from me. You change your mind constantly. Should I be myself or a robot with only a single thought with no clarity or self-worth who tries to please but is confused because of a misdirection brought on with no rhyme or reason? Perhaps some discretion would be a better suit more than just an act of whimsy. Maybe something a little less flimsy like a plan set in motion driven by a single devotion to change that which surrounds but all you are is confounded by an endless cycle like a nut stripped of threads your thought process I don't know where it begins or where it ends again I don't know what you want from me.