My Path? ? Poem by Brett Roberts

Thrashed violently along the floor of our system.
It’s seeking to beat me in this war - until I fall bleeding.
Let’s get this over, I don’t care anymore
My mind isn’t where it should be,
Too worried about the up coming proceeding
While I should be busy succeeding, .
Based on alternative pleadings.
“I swear officer he was speeding”
I know the score, I don’t want to play no more.
Trace my foot steps, they’re leading out the door.