Mud(April 3, 2011)

Mud
April 3, 2011

gray dark sky,
and sun lit morn,
oh how the seasons go,
and the days flow.

you know where you are,
it’s all that you see,
like you’re stuck in mud,
you can’t find solid land.

left,
right,
hit a brick wall.

no where to see,
a new place to be,
because life is scrambled,
like an egg,
and you can’t see all the puzzle pieces.

the water is high,
you can’t breathe,
so overwhelmed in the middle of the sea.

the growing trees,
that mark the time,
the rings in the core,
count the days.

footprints from the mud,
drag on,
as the clock tells time,
and the road is fine.