with white arrows pointing and leading the way.
But arrows can be changed when we get bored,
using dusty black erasers when we cant control the way we play.
Erasers can only stand being used so many nights,
before they must be cleaned of all their broken arrows.
Clouds of your chalk must be sent into flight,
leaving your vision in front of you far too narrow.
Remaining space is smudged and shrinking,
forcing you to look for green that is bare.
You wonder what you were thinking,
when your head was on the ground and feet in the air.
There is no time left to stumble
or make curves and correct frustration.
That previously used chalk will only crumble;
time for ink to arrow your final destination.