Quicksand & Clams

Clueless,
I find my way as I go
A minute or more
I've gone cold
This is getting old
I'm stuck in my thoughts
Like quicksand
Whether I move or stand
I can't loosen the hold
I can only watch life unfold
There's only one truth
To too many lies
I better smile
Clams are better served
on the half shell with lemon
and cocktail sauce
on a bed of ice