I go around the lake in hopes of,
finding deeper route.
I find myself upside down,
in tangle between fun and better loot.
I want to build a different view,
with thought of you fitting boot.
I cherish the thoughts of your smiles fitting mine,
on playground parachute.
I look ahead and tried to see,
what’s past the fermented fruit.
I tried the trail and remembered well,
the paths of deep uproot.
I don’t mean to scare, or intimidate,
the potential change of suit.
I’ve tried roundabouts and cul-de-sacs,
but it’s not a good commute.
I’ll try to stay away,
but these urges aren’t minute.