Another For the Road 1

I am tied to the whipping post and whipped because I am standing still because of a conglomeration of thoughts that require a hint of understanding and will You close your mind and make your demands I feel a stripe I know there is some one who will accept me but I feel the time is not right I have absorbed as much as I can hold now I am dripping with hurtful fragments left in the water To speak my mind is foul, uncanny, disappointing in view to so many and misunderstood so why bother? To err is human and forgive divine but I am crushed by the breath that curses me and adjusting the moral line I feel my spirit slip away from grace and human sin appear I want to go back a step but the sand has covered the tracks, the path has disappeared Where do I go and what do I do? Move forward, look up, seize the moment and push through