Sick Again

Two trains crossing

I was steady and free

but I crossed the line

Why did I pick this?

why did I become sick?

I was so happy at school

getting good grades-

making friends

But like a bird- white,

and silky, diving down-

I snatched up another

path.  I devised another


This one feels like a

curved path- with many


The other one was

steep- but exciting.

Why did I become

sick again?

I made so many friends

My foot explored the

alternate texture of

this path.

Why?  Because I got

sick again

Heard too many voices