As I stumble and fumble and falter and fade
I wonder
Of this crooked path
As I linger for longer and softly contemplate
I ache
At my own wrath
As I try and turn and shriek and cry
I learn
Of a secret code
And as I compute a cocktail of algorithmic lie
I ride
The wrong road
Like that recurring nightmare
Where I survived the crash
But am far from home
As I brush and blush and wipe clean
The memory
I have never known