The medic and the malpracticed mathmatics

so whats up
not I not me
Im wallowing becuase im unsure
unaware if Ill ever find it
her the thing or when
you her where is she
you know the thing fools dream of
the things people always have want of
amore romance love doctor number nine
everythings always wrong
or at least one gear is misaligned
im on a single track bound for my destination
a narrow trail
and I stride long alone
waiting for God to curtail