I pattered to and fro
Seemingly aimlessly disturbed as I go
But I with the plan
With goals laid upon
Accepting at my feet
I would let you in
To my dashing little plan
Should you reach out and shout
Not on this Thursday, though
To busy in your mind
You washed out my truths
Delayed with confusion
Please, I ask let me go now
I’ll set forth from here
Alone with my bushel
Onwards on my journey