Chronicles of Life

We all have changes in our lives,

Controlling our destinies,

Climbing thru tunnels of your favorite plumage,

A twisting monster eating on dope twisting through our crackers,

Positioning itself with carnage past rival retribution.

The umbrellas are quite colorful,

If you can stand the spasming,

Of the rocking roller coaster,

A twisted face of multiple sides that spin out of control.

A witches' tale of pure imagination,

The life story is never over,

Will we ever identify what controls us,

Or leave it at the wayside.

The reverberations leave me pondering for a second thought,

Of what could have been my salvation.