Wagon

The wagon rolls on, never stopping never wavering from its path. I ride for a time, happy in my ability to go the course. Talking and laughing with fellow passengers.

Then a rut or turn shakes me free and i fall. Sitting on the rocky path a little dazed i watch the wagon roll. Trundling slowing and steadily on. It looks so inviting, beckoning for me to return. Just get up.... two short steps and you will be there.

How many times should i climb back on i ask.

Through the silence i hear a voice so familiar, As many as it takes.. i say

R.