Looking ahead is
always
a swivel to that
rearview mirror
A two step to the
twelve step
I’m not headed there
again
There is something new
around the bend
It isn’t as clear as
where I’ve been
It is what I want more than
What is in my hand
It must be the cure
I am so sure
Pull hard, and I’m
outta here!
A shove in the right
direction
Detection of the
whisper of a tear
That I wipe as I
shout, “I’m a commin’!”
Running for the
nearest exit
Even if it drops me
down
Forty stories below
To infinity and beyond
I am bounding along
Saved by this plan
Because I can, I am
Racing away from what
was
To what will become me
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