One Night in Capitola

Sitting on a bench,
My mind pacing
Wondering who I am.
Where I'm going.
Should I be staying?
Once again without direction
Losing my knowing of who I am.
Trying to figure out my depth.
So I can put it here.
Only to find myself in a puddle
Murky
Its edges as extensive as the ocean,
By which I sit.
And sit still.