Left Right Back Straight

 

I go left; I go right; I go back

But mostly -  I go straight

 

All my turns seemed right

The road ahead just beyond light

Of mitigating counterpoints

While four axis rotate left

 

Following the turns around peril

Racing down the mountains

Wish I could stop to sleep

‘for the feral beast finds reason

 

I was left; I was right; I was back

But mostly -  I was in straits

 

The realms pulsating  with possibilities

The walls imploding with traditions

The floors barely there

The windows and doorways opening to fantasia

 

Puppets jump their strings of progressions

Running down the insane isles of implausible

Chasing the coveted projections of the eye

And silence dictates that secrets have no way out.

 

Left right back straight.