I feel like
A wagon caught
In the deep
Rut of some
Washed out road
Trying to climb
Out to level
Ground my heaviness
Veers me back
To something familiar
In desperation I
I jump the
Fence of propriety
And steer myself
Bumpily towards grassy
The grassy hills
Where my wheels
Glide over green
At last forging
My own path
