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.