Trouble, the further, the faster, I run from it…
the closer, dire straits and her finish-line.
Some of us, much more maniacal, by design.
Some of us, inherently, stick our big toe in questionable mud…just to draw the line.
Some of, masons in glass trailer parks.
Base ass, tossing rocks.
‘god may not give with both hands…but trouble certainly does!’