The weight of these demands
drag my ankles.
Each mile-marked flag is a shank in my back
as I continue to marathon
my destination.
It is still a worn-down beaten path, but nonetheless
the scenery is something not to be missed.

I wish you would join me.
Pass me so I have someone to follow; 
(I cannot find a flag)
Follow me so I have somewhere to fall;
(I cannot remove the daggers myself)
Stand beside me so I do not feel alone;
(I cannot pace without a peace of mind).

What an elusive way to say!
Meanwhile, a simple man’s lips 
would simply utter “Stay.”