The cul-de-sac

I am in a cul-de-sac crying.
I have stopped crying now!


I went wrong, I will get up and go again.
If I stop now I will die, my body will die, my back will break, my legs will not hold out, my head will black out, my back will break, my head will burst open and out of it will grow cancer.
I won't stop now.
I won't become fertilizer yet.
I won't become a deformed rotted plant that never found the sun.


I will find the sun.
I will walk again.
I have stopped crying now.


No white horse, no shinning man will come find me here.
No one will wake me if I rest my head.