hop on

i think i can
carry you across
the street, over
that very large
black puddle you
call today. but
that's about it.
i can set you on
the other curb
of your chaotic
life, but i can't
make it through
the alleys, the
freeways, the tunnels,
over the broken
bridges of your
troubled world.
i don't have the
energy or the years,
or the degree
in pyschology to
get you to all
six boroughs. i am
not an ordained
minister.
but how about you
hop on my back and
i'll get you over
there. okay?
it's a start.