Oh God I

At the dark Light Daybreak, down the lane I strolled,
A silent lane it was, I found myself cold!
I ran, towards the horizon, pushing the road behind,
all my interests flashing through my mind.

The lane was no longer silent, for once it seemed long and rough,
it frequented me of the things to do and I had to take it tough.

On the cards is the clean up act, I want to do it in fact!

My flurry comes to an end
But, somehow, I hope I mend