What seems so straightforward when coming towards me,
is twisted, I see,
on the back foot, the hop, it has caught me
I stop.
Nothing can change the way I change the way that
I hit the day running, always running away.
I stop,
lay my thoughts to one side,
confide to my maker
take a moment, consider,
did I really do that?

It's not often I pray
and seldom
when running away.

Straightforward's not so or not that I know,
it has hook and crooks and dismally looks
so severe,
never here though, not
even when coming towards me and
giving me warning or towering above me.

I cower in alcoves just to be safe,
secure
is a place I know,
changing the pace
I go and
hide.