I have a mile of fear that isn’t coercive
To anything but moving forward
And ideologies less adorned

And I find myself at a stopping point

Of what I should expect

And what I should just be OK with

And never does the truth filter down my leg

Like a dirty little thought that comes

From deep rooted side-notes

And not sure where I go from here
Not sure if I ask

Or just do

Or just lie down and say –

I’m through…

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