I trudge; sludge behind me⁣
I try to hasten forward⁣
But I’m fastened beneath⁣
With the bedevilled unending well of⁣
Water befouled,⁣
Water of my tainted travel⁣
I’m carrying buckets of troubles⁣
I have to let go⁣
But the snail doesn’t know that it’s slow.⁣