Spades of grit

For the shame of subtle, I blame only me
As I would not say things that set me free  
The cryptic tides flowed o’er my head
As they lead me away with a single thread
 
I’m blindly tasked with collecting crumbs  
But they’ve spawned a whirl of feeling numb
I relent,  
I’ve spent too much time collecting  
I pleasure in the measure of time neglecting
 
I wander in hopes of finding my way  
But these trees above just bend and sway  
They cross my path; I find another  
But they choke my ascension  
They blind and smother  
 
My mind drew tired  
I must confess
The knowledge gained I must address  
As I stand near the road less taken
My mind is broadened,  
astute  
and shaken
 
I’ll take the path that flares my wit
And fills my throat with spades of grit
from underneath an arcing tree  
I will be tasked with flexing thee