stuck sometimes.
stuck in the mud,
in the snow,
in a bad job,
a bad neighborhood,
a bad friendship,
a bad marriage.
we spin our wheels
trying to get out,
we put a board
under
the tires and hit
the gas.
people come
by and try
to push you from
behind to free you.
sometimes though
you just
have to walk away.
slap your hands together,
throw down the keys
and say fine.
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