The fault

A path I want to take,

everywhere there are thorns.

Skin cuts open, blood streams down.

Forward.

A river I want to row,

everywhere there are rocks.

Heart beats fast, sweat breaks out.

Forward.

A mountain I want to climb

everywhere there is fog.

Ankle twists right, tear bursts wild.

Forward.

A soul I want to please

everywhere there is bias

Sorrow barges in,

Stop.