can I escape the wind, that pushed and pushes
me in
to where I can't even pretend
to be affected, as it's knocking me
mocking me, calling me names:
"you're just a lousy pretense".
and I can't get to my feet,
sliding, gliding beneath
holding on to the tree,
but even the tree grants me no ease,
so I decide to settle
into the spring breeze.