If I were to turn the wheel slightly and steer down the path,

the path with the grass growing up through the cracks,

the path led, “to nowhere fast.”

A place I shouldn’t be,

a place she’d be scared for me,

where she couldn’t care for me if I get too deep.

A place where all I have are my own two feet

to bring me back to where the two paths meet.

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I can’t tell her where I’ve gone.

…There too long.

She’d try and find fault in herself

when it wasn’t her that needed help.

She raised me up to be strong and smart.

I came of age, she showed me heart.

Heart which led toward the right path.

A detour affair, a dozen a lash.

-Geoffrey Titus