trickling down my neck
a sweet river.
following its own path,
or is it?

trudging down the road,
a muddy mess.
bag in my hand,
feeling sleepy.

bumping on the adam's apple
should it turn left or right?
which shoulder was
more sympathizing?

a rock on the ground;
a minor setback.
a bend in the road,
another obstacle.

not knowing what
would come next,
it heads for the left
and falls.

unaware of the sign,
i turn for the left,
and, still a sleepy song,
fall off the cliff.