Life is a peculiar thing;
one moment everything is perfect
and then in the bolt of lightning,
the bark of a dog,
the blink of an eye,
that perfection is marred with great scars
and damaged beyond any recognition.
But of course,
It can quite as easily lean the other way;
through the still smouldering ashes
of life's most recent victim,
rises a new light;
a new light filled with hope,
filled with colour,
filled with promise.
A second chance at a game you've already lost.
and it is in the depths of night,
that I find myself toying between which I am experiencing...