On a fact finding mission, I traveled one day Observing obstructions that got in the way. I found, when I wandered too close to the hole, I kicked loose the gravel and cankered my soul. And, sometimes, I wounded some helpless one Who hollered and scolded until I was gone. "Forgive me," I offered. "I really am sad. I hope to see good and put stop to the bad. I know I've offended. I fell when I tripped. No injury was intended, I'm sorry I slipped!" "You really are careless! You ought to be flayed! Get out of here mister!" But, somehow, I stayed. The ranting and raving had gone to my heart. I truly was sorry, but I still couldn't part. I want to mend fences. I want to fix things. I want to relate to all positive dreams. I even am grateful for hurting and woe. I accept of life's sorrows. But, The Blame's got to go!