Walking down the road

wondering about abroad

thinking of the commotion

hindering my daily motion

blaming everyone around

trying to fly off the ground

reasons to run away

none to stay

looking at the falling leaves

I feel like I can’t leave

the wind blowing on my face

making me fall in a daze

stopping to evaluate

why I shouldn’t evacuate

owning my responsibilities

to the best of my abilities

solutions are in them

all I gotta do is beat them

I know I can go ahead

no more seeing red

it’s no time to flee

but work like a bee.