There is more to do than can be done
so little time and what there is revolves around me,
the earth around the sun, the bullets in the chamber
lining up within a gun.

Do I know?
I don't know but the answers are there
everywhere you look,
obvious to me that
I don't look in the right places.

Sunday not sundae
sweet or sickly
both are crying out
please pick me,

I pray for guidance
to the satnav
she tells me to
go straight
for four miles.

I wonder what she means
by
go straight.