I could take a walk today.
Right outside my door there is a driveway leading out,
beyond that the road contiues,
breaks off coughing up in all directions
and continues from sea to shining sea
I could stick my toes in the water, at the edge of the sand.
Where turtles have made trails into the banks.
And the banks erode down to the bottom of the basin, and the rocks are moved by my cuz's toe.
In the sense that I am moving forward, this game that aggitates me, this waste of time,
this little entertainment piece,
You better not plague me.
You better not interrupt the satisfaction.
I could, can and will.
Won't, until I have nothing left to wait on.