these wheels keep spinning in mud
how did I get so off-track
it must be this heavy load
as thick as Mississippi mud
completely dragging me down
it feels more like quicksand
that's quickly sucking me in
I'm gonna need a little help
a gentle push to get out of this
you've always tried to help me
I know sometimes this was tough
what you need to remember is
I didn't get here by myself
so give me a push, a gentle tug
to get me back on track
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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