Shifting sands

I scrawl words.
They are drawn together.
By my mind.
I'm still standing.
Under pressure.
Holding my balance.
I thought, but I was.
Sinking deep.
Into shifting sands.

You can only make your own safe ground.
Tried that hopelessly.
I tripped.
Fell.
Got hurt.
Gave up.
Hands spread, body and mind.
Collected again.
After laying there.
For hours.
I made my decision.
To try again and again and again.