Stopped Up

stopped up knotted but not afraid look where I’ve landed in this short charade sidesteps widesteps and serenades I’ve been depending upon promises that were never made moving up slowing down tired of wearing this heavy crown what’s that you’re saying is that a question or a lifeless sound limp lost and longing for a way to be seen wondering if this time around has meant much of anything wondering how I got here have forgotten the road lost the boyancy neath this heavy load wanting what was never wanted of me giving what was never given to me the answer’s round the corner but I couldn’t see street signs were uprooted by a future that wouldn’t be replaced by strokes of paint by number dreams hewn in the quarry of monotone reality.