It goes softly, but I don’t know.
Unravels, uncoils, but I don’t know.
Stones, bark, these sort of things
they say are better.
But I don’t know.
When you grip the railing it shudders,
you know it’s not built to last, but trust this feeble arm.
Everyone’s got to trust something, find support…
Eat a cookie, ease my pain.