For ever cleaning up the pavement,
Pain stricken hands scrubbing in anguish.
Living in the motion is the way it’s meant.
At least for me , still I can’t help but think twice.
Confused about what has become wrong just to make a inclination right .
Exactly when do the pavement clear?
When can I get up from here?
Seeing the veil that others wear, makes it impossible to view mine without fear.
by: jasmine aka beyondalleyes