Trailblazing

I am slipping and sliding and going nowhere at once.

I have everything and nothing to give to you.

I am angry: because I love you but you keep doing such stupid things. Stop.

I used to worry over the distinction
of blazing new trails or being lost in the woods.
But you know, they are the same.  Completely, sickly, terrifyingly the same.
It's all in how you spin it.

I don't really want to wander into the dark woods.
And really, who can blame me.  I'm too old for this shit.
But then, the way there is takes me nowhere I want to go.
The map they gave me sucks, or maybe I just can't read it, but either way, it's too late now.

I want out of the dark woods.
I have to get out of these dark woods.
I will go in this way, and find my own way out.
Because once one goes in, she must get back out.  C'est tout.

Keep on.
Chin up.
Keep on.
One more step.
Keep on.
Breathe.
Keep on.
Don't wither.
Keep the fuck on.

This is the glamour of blazing new trails.