Back To The Garden

Back to the bottom, I'm climbing up.

Attacked my problems, I'm finding luck.

Divided by the divine, I'm hiding, schmuck.

Lightning can frightening but enlightening to a monk.

That should be inspiring to a drunk, enticing to a punk.

Sliding on thin ice and you jump.

It would be nice to have a knife but I have to survive with a stump.

That's just like life to never think twice before dividing up.

I'm climbing back from the bottom.

I was attacked, hurt my back from the slalom.

Turnt, I heard a crack from the garden.

A snap and whack from the forgotten.