Mud Revised

Mud

Mud that you can’t get around,
It’s slopping,
It’s there,
To pass, you must go through it,
Through it, you must go,
So you stop first, and look at it,
Although you can’t tell how deep it is.

So you step through it,
And test your luck,
And,
And…
And your luck is rotten,
You fall straight through.

Because as it turns out,
The mud is deep and endless,
Cold and brown,
And you think you can’t crawl up and try again,
But, indeed, you do, and you try it again,
Because you realize that otherwise, you’ll never succeed.

But, sadly, you know that after more hard steps,
You’ll be back again,
Trying again,
Working hard again,
Crawling like a baby again.

But maybe you don't fall through,
Instead you succeed!
And the joy, passion, and accomplishment
That runs through your body,
Is never-ending.


Daniel Baum