An ache, a pressure
an unhappy heat,
Unexplained measure,
a matter to treat.
A curable thing,
or so they might say,
Just get up and sing,
Or get down and pray.
But what they don't see
no answer will do.
Earth shifts beneath me

and no path seems true.
Even rhyming and
rhythm no longer
seem right.
There exists no safe
harbor or shelter
in sight.
Oh happy lifetimes
how do you endure?
With naught but green limes
and love that's unsure.