Upstream

I got the door open and
I dragged myself out quietly,
Upstream of rubber boots
spring yard waded.
I cried like a woman,
you laughed like a man.
Upstream always here
passes through all, and the journey
give up too often
side of the road. Multiple clock cycle
I was wasting time in vain.
Lucky rooms do not have
In any exist.
My home is my castle in the middle of
the head of the internal desert.