Escape a Landscape

I loose! I loose the battle of insight everyday. My thoughts meander and sway. A whistle from a mouth is annoying and deceiving as ringing bells keep achieving the headache to heighten, the heat rises, and scents flourish in the air. My cadence rolls in on a bowling pin. The weight of critiques left sided opinions do not knock me down or thrust me forward, but rather zig-zag me in notable progressions. Am I proud of incompatible faith or is drowning an escape?