These few days,

I try to walk down forward and run,
Yet it offers me not a little but none,
I try to drive in, and move forward,
But I tend to go frowning, so absurd,

These few days,
I try to step aside, but I'm right in,
Standing out of sight, but I'm still seen,
I twist it to my right, but I'm still wrong,
So need to keep my might, and be strong,

These few days,
I try to keep it close, but I'm to be left,
Wonder where it'd go, all the things I have,
I jump way to the left, swaying to the door,
Yet all I do is laugh, or I'd be missing more,

These few days,
I try to stand back up, to win all in town,
But it all erupts, there they fall way down,
I stop to turn it back, but each tick is once,
So if I get off track, I just need a new one.