Cure As Cause (a work in progress with no progress)

Too bright train rides

Age impedes

Access to art

The Cure

Can sometimes be

The Cause

The sky will brighten

As earthen roots fray

Conventions need reversing

While we sit still

We should be out sprinting

And later while stiff and sore

When indulging

Languishing in pity

Lost in cerebral studies

We are perpetually

In Reverse

So why the confusion

The disbelief

Bewilderment

When we arrive

Sick and soaked

With the stink of Stagnation

Back at The Start