stuck on post side, tiny angle of balance: not enough.
a dreary dredge through maybe and what if
because what cycles through your thoughts vaporizes in the light.
it runs in odd shapes and sizes, colors unknown
down slides, uphills, slant single slips and tones,
its beautiful but black in the dark,
i can hear the whir it works and clicks in tune,
on the fence, swearing at my impatience,
hoping for another show of endurance maybe
but still it rests while i run, runs while i drift,
I like the light too much...