I don't know what is happening to me,
but it's moving me somewhere, anywhere;
anywhere is better than where I stood,
so I'll sit back and maximize the ride:
The terrains are shifting beneath my feet,
and inside my chest, the rains are pouring,
cleansing away the blank stench of defeat,
which has usually been self-inflicted:
I am slowly learning to ask for help
before people feel that they are forced to
attack me for being smug and flippant,
when in truth I didn't want to be rude:
One situation might yet be salvaged.
The others? God bless you for your patience!
urbansonnets 