Shut The Gate

I know I need to shut up.  I know saying I don't understand only flies for so long, but this is something I wanted to float out there that I've been mulling over for several months.  So I'll get it out of the harbor.  I don't understand, and I swear it'll be the last time for a long time I start with something like it or around it, but I don't get how I can be outside of it looking in and inside of it and trying to look out.  I'm getting one or both wrong.

Either I think I'm looking out or I think I'm outside looking in and, regardless of the math, I'm not getting it right enough.  Not to be doe eyed, but I'm at a loss.  Did I mess something up?  The tracers are not lining up with where the rounds are actually hitting, is my suspicion.  I'm donking something up.

No, it's not a missing piece.  I am underthinking?  Overthinking?  Which one is it?  Shit.  Which one is it.  No, I don't need to sleep.  That's stupid.  That's putting shit off.  I need to cuss less is somethin, though it keeps you honest.  I'm missing something.  Not sure what.  God knows it's not religion.

I'll figure it out.  I know I need to shut up.  I will.  I have some work to do.  It would be nice to collect teeth at will.  That would be fabulous.  Just wear a mane made of collected teeth.  It would be nifty.  They're not easy to come by.