windmills turn
slicing days
as prescribed
moving water
as they do
set troughs
can't complain
there is no point
cycles set in place
grids buckle
like we're
trapped
live chequered lives
without ourselves
on deck
though paths
with every step
trod blind
at close of day
did we not take
that road
for steering wheel
this hand
grabbed
let's harness Self
remove the screen
and see
in this precinct
or yonder place
we've opted for
we took a route
with outcome
flawed
so often it seems easier to remain the victim - we aren't really seeing we are ultimately responsible for what we think and do
