I wanted to walk to the river today,
Just a little over two kilometers away. 

But I could not take that first step.
My shoe, it would not move.

Somehow, over the years,
I have lost my groove. 

As the tears rolled down my face,
I silently cried.

Like ketchup on a plate 
Of old French fries. 

I know the day will come 
When into the river
My toes,
Will drum.

Until then
I will contemplate 
How I ended up
In this ridiculous 
STATE!!!!