Dizzy Compliance

I've found my place in relation to you
You frighten me no less, and I continue
To analyse, but from afar
The door of opportunity is slightly ajar
I ache to follow my precognition
Which is already thriving on friction
Up ahead

Disparate senses of gloom overpower me
Almost as much as the lightning-quick self-therapy
To pretend to be any less than tossed and turned aside by me
Is to stagnate so impeccably

I catch myself, mid-fling
Rearrange the story till it's adequately transformed
But I don't know where I'm going or what it will bring
Hopefully I'll not end up alone