QUICKSAND

QUICKSANDquicksand

Stepped in quicksand the other day
and now I’m stuck, and can’t escape.
I reach for branches, yet each one breaks.
I call for help, but only wait.

An outstretched hand could pull me up,
but greasy palms,
and selfish souls,
drop me back in,
for greater tolls.

I’ve tried to extricate myself
so many times, so many ways.
The sand may be too strong, I guess
I won’t give in…
never-the-less.

GHFOOL ~ 3.9.16

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