I found love, I lost my way.
I lost love, I sought my way.
This path, not an easy one they say
riddled with roadblocks and potholes galore
I stumble, fall, cry, bleed
I wipe out my tears and jump in the puddles
Splash muddy water on the bystanders who stare
Determined to make
this non-linear  hackneyed path,
beautiful and a work of art.