Fix-A-Flat
I have never tread on this pathway so closely,
Which leads to the valley of the shadow.
I have no idea how to walk,
So I limp along hoping,
Like the driver of a car with a leaky tire,
That’s been filled with a can of Fix-A-Flat.
I've never been one with a good sense of direction,
I am now more lost than I've ever been,
With no easy U-turn around the bend,
No compass to give me direction.
I don't know what to say, so I ramble,
Just to keep hearing your voice on the line.
Not sure how to act, so I remain stoic,
Keeping up the appearance of confidence and strength.
Love,
Becca~