The road gets blocked, the destination's afar,
The journey loses its sheen, I deny on me its power.
The anger within swells, energizes my feet,
I want to jump over the blockade, emerge clean and neat.
Allow me a side alley, I negotiate with all my might,
I am stuck on the roadway, if not ahead, then take me right.
When nothing budges, I become depressed and sour,
I try to crawl my way out, but sans energy can't go far.
Acceptance dawns, my fate is stranded midway,
There's not much I can do, but hope and pray.
I've gone through all the motions, I'm now at that stage,
Either bludgeon through the mess, or choose to turn a new page.
With grit I can keep going, with hope I find new ways,
That I can't fly but have to be grounded- can't transcend, who says?
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