I got a wobble in my hobble, man, and I don't fuckin' like it. Twitch here, there... there... a twitch... there...if only I could control it, but it must be hair... bet it's growin' wherever it ain't supposed to.
But as it is, I could get from here to there, but I might veer off in my approach, due to my impaired ineptitude, bodily distractions, and poor mechanical machinations, and I do hope I made that clear.
And, yes, challenges do arise. Just “poof” they arrive. So do hurricanes... They unleash their forces, take their toll, and depart. Leaving behind a barren landscape, raped and ravaged by that brilliant burst of madness. Powerless in it's presence. And in it's wake, if you can stand, you go on. If you unable to stand, and you crawl first, still you go on, but in a different place at a different pace. A place where you might take seed and prosper. Some luck, some fortitude, that's what I see.
V
