• Free stepping land slide.
    Slipped and fell on the fork.
    Couldn't decide which way to go,
    Almost forgetting how to walk.

    Sleeping baby counts sheep,
    A dream that begins to wake,
    The carousel begins to spin,
    With one direction less to take.

    Once the fingers end I count no more,
    For numbers become lost in the abyss,
    Laughter hides the truth in failure,
    But I left without a kiss, something,
    I know, I would surely miss.