I am fixated without a doubt
Though I try to break free
The trench covered over in tar
Is the lane that's running me

Is it electric maybe gas
Or water OR TV
Whatever it is one thing's sure
It's the lane that's got my feet

I try to veer left, even right
But it's the only lane I see
My running shoes can't escape
The madness of this gully

In middle of left in red tarmac
A groove paved out wobbly
It runs above just slightly high
Than what there used to be

I follow the lane along the path
Even under a cherry blossom tree
Like ultra violet light to flies
That's what it is to me

At last I reach the flag stone path
The lane run ends I'm free
Or at least I thought it had until
The flags draw lanes for me.