Flat tire

The air hisses out of the

Tire with the sound of a

Snake I once encountered

In the desert but did

Not get bit.

The man at the gas station

Had warned me not to

Over inflate the nearly

Bald tire or it might blow

Out – and it did.

Who knew you could

Get so deflated from

Too much of a good thing

After so many miles of

Not having enough,

Life seems to be a

Delegate balance between

Too little and too much

And trying not to get

Stranded on the road

Side from either

Extreme.