Flat, the entire situation that kept me rolling,

Left me tilted on the ground,

With no works of how I will remain upheld,

Air, new rubber, or even an axel to balance,

The metal that can’t keep itself level,

Until I bow down and analyze the reasons,

I must uplift the situation,

After being on the ground,

I look for my axe,

And grabbed out a new tire,

Sitting in the back,

Only to have a mechanic passing by,

Stop then assist,

To fix everything,

Unlevel about

Me.