Like life lines on the street’s palm,
In the wake of cooling calm:
So many crossings,
Like a gigantic caution sign;
So many warnings,
Shallow treads out of line…
How do I get in traffic jams like these:
Is it because I steer too hard to please?
My mind is slipping,
Like helpless tires on sheer ice:
I need your helping hand,
Your loving heart, at any price.