I took a break and lost momentum. Paused to question. Running along, it all makes sense. Stopping at the side, I start to wonder: “why?” For you, I’ll jump back on the track. I bet that’s why I put you there. For me, I’d stay at the side, wondering, wallowing. For you, I’ll keep chewing, even though I’ve bitten off too much – again. I am using you to keep from facing me. I hope you don’t mind. I’ll try to make it interesting.