ice road

it would seem many a man have a need to learn
how to watch the paths of their feet to avoid meeting thorns in the crackly grass
they have moods that give rise to fits
fits of scorn
fits of other kinds
see them licking their paws with angst
watch their anger grow

what i hear is complaint and belief in luck
what they feel i don't really know
what i see is little i can give sympathy
just scarescrows on an ice road

and of ideas
we all have our own
of what to grab on roads that are steep
to avoid the sentences laid for the unprepared and the meek
we become like miser and leech
we stand off with our eyes and our speech
we come up dry in offers to please
we seek reward

from what i've seen
what i have learned is that often we are plagiarised
in events that occur
more and more
we become suicidal
and as for what i feel
if you really must
it's what a shame they may never know
things we share
gifts we bear
how much we care
the prize of our love