Upright
Sometimes simplicities
become complicated
And I’m sorry doesn’t become a footbridge
There are a hundred and one possibilities
A fifty fifty chance of things turning in your favor
But when progress is slow and your efforts thwarted
You find yourself grasping at straws
Obsessing over the very thing that should be less
From out of blocked bought intentions
You find a childlike solution to an adult situation
Simple expression of heart without the drama
What was once lost is found
Out of reach now within range
Upside down now up right