Wheels, wheels, wheels

Turning, turning, turning

Churning, churning, churning

Asking, asking, asking

for less.

Less noise

less roaring

less anger

more peace

more air

more space

more of me

less of them.

Gravel and tar

a bit too far

took me away

and I chose not to stay.

Slowly, slowly, slowly

they gave the gifts

of alternate choice

and different routes.

This is not meant for you.

Only for me.

As if there were voices

attached to the source

of the centered and aligned.

Yesterday I felt silenced and wrong

for feeling, feeling, feeling

crying, crying, crying

tears of confusion, frustration and self blame.

Asking for little

Receiving nothing.