i'm stuck in paper

I'm stuck in paper with seemingly no way out. paper paper paper.
the yellow wallpaper
and eating a nowalater.
this writing business ain't no joke. it is for real business. and the only path is higher.
do i trust my mind and my fingers to take me to where i need to be.
like at the end of 17 pages and some dance journals.
completion of thought or at least a good start of it
i am days late and is the ticker ticking.
bygone me bygone days
is this forward march? forward forward march
military boots kicking me in the back.
my face face down in the snow
my blue blood eeps away
if i were lost