Fixing Flats

A leak sprung in my mind:
a screwy thought, maybe, but
more probably my worn out way of thinking.

I should take it somewhere,
get it patched, plugged or replaced.
Think of it, a new mind with zigzag treads
that’d wouldn’t hydroplane on stormy days.

Out of my budget, so I’ll pop another patch;
skid around on bald resolve, fixing flats.