Walk It Through

I'm not dressed for the mud But this path drew me in I could turn back, maybe I should But I'm dodging the din The quiet of the farm track That leads me back home Not really wandering But essence of the roam I need to gather my thoughts Establish if today is the day I pull myself together Keep harm at bay I'll be talking to an expert Or someone trained at least I just need to get my worry out Before I'm consumed by the beast I know my issue Is the half thought run riot If I get enough of them out I can bathe in the quiet I don't particularly care About image per se But like to prove I can show up If my mood swung that way Self evaluation A poem about nothing much Just the need to recalibrate And transcendental thrust But it seems that I placed a banana in my bag It got squashed between my laptop And note book I don't think I'm the new improved version Just yet :)