Vases face upright
With breathless flowers
While autumn gathers
Its leaves

Lanes lead nowhere
Until you have taken
The right path
And picked your choices

We strive as we run
Away from happiness-
Though it always finds
Us.  Crying and trying

Hoops can never
Be jumped through
With broken legs
Or broken arms

We must first try
To mend our ways
And then satisfaction
Will always open its door

Wither not. Your face of doubt-
Try to unwind the maze
Of string as it is strung
Around our necks

Sometimes we have not
Given our all…
And-
 We have choked our only chance...