I don't know what to do. Do you?
They all know what to do
And they know what you should do.
It's not so much they are locked in a box,
It's more they insist you remain on track.
But how easy it is to step off the roadway
Onto the verge,
And from the verge onto the field,
With horses in company beside the water trough.
The Bush grows down around the field with inviting arms.
Should I gallop a horse up the hill?
Or should I explore so slowly, I move with the sun.
The rabbit startles under the bush
And I see the red tail of the fox.
While the trucks thunder by on the roadway.
On track.
Victor. |
Submission Name: On Track.
