Moving
I set out upon the road,
get thee out the landlord goad,
and into new environs strode,
to make a new beginning.
Confusion reigns my feigned approach,
as chaos stands for me to broach,
not even left a ragged roach,
to let me think I'm winning.
But nought to do but go along,
with eddy currents tugging strong,
and hope that shoreline comes along,
to stop this maddening spinning.
