In a Rut: a poem

In A Rut

Tires spinning

Mind is spun

Dizzy spells are far from just begun

I chase my tail

In this dog and pony show called life

I’m in a rut

Money may make the world go round

Yet makes my pocket an inferno

Life offers a lesson everyday

Not sure what I’ve learnt though

Except my mistakes have the same effect as the domino

One after the other

I’m STUCK

A footless rabbit, a creature of habit

A connoisseur of bad luck

I’m in a rut

Handed lemons, so I suck them through a straw

Much like my pride they are hard to swallow

I’m shown the rules for the dance

Yet I can’t lead or follow

I mime myself a ladder

Trying to climb to higher ground

I’m getting nowhere fast, is what I’ve really found

I’m in a rut