Philly in June

I took a wrong turn. 

 “looks like we are going to go to the farm!” 

In the rearview mirror I see you smiling. 

I’ve been on edge most of your life

More often than the calmness you deserve

I am snapping, twitching, or as you said last month,

“Going berserk”

Many will tell me that I am doing my best 

Maybe I am, but I am committed to better.