I am saying the road to happiness is through hell
I am saying this road hurts my heels
You arrived at the wrong time
You arrived when he wasn’t home
I can see how a forest falls down
I can see a sinkhole from its source
I am trying to make a map out of muck
I am trying not to walk on the water
There is a trail that tastes like ghost orchids
There is a swamp sitting here with my son
I am talking about taking slow wet steps
I am talking about birds that stand still
I do this so I can show you the scrub jay
I do this like he will die any day.