I couldn't find my way across town
I was stuck at the roundabout
Where the struggling shops
attempted to organize themselves
I couldn't get a taxi
They came and passed
Before I could hail one down
No luck or timing
I looked at the map
the otherside of town
Where i was supposed to be
Not accepting where i was
Craftspeople joked
Not knowing my anguish
I couldn't respond in time
it went on without me
I begged God for space to participate
He sighed like old father
As if I had chosen it all somehow
saying let it go
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