The either....
curving a wild rush....
outrunning ....
right...wrong....
to not one... it hangs on...
coin tossing. ....
one shot...a go....or a no go...
a choice a day...
a minute...what say?
.
Oh...I see....albeit not clearly...
lies...deceit...always....
haggard and grey...
wan smiles...
truth......being...
fresh ....flower faced...
in all of them prevails...
a dewy smoky mist...
a veiled kiss...
of the deep abyss.....
step out too far......
the ground below....
is seconds...away.....
a free fall of faith.....
.
A tryst we make....
on the road......
mending....unmending...
the circle of life....
that turns sharply......
incessant blind curves....
fluidic...one is unwary...
closed eyed....opened eyed...
remembrances of each day....
.
Fate is the make of ......
the thousands of mistakes....
a game played.....
round and round.....
the dices roll......
without a sound....
the beginning.....
never found......
the end...always.....
somewhere...around.....
.
A never ending quest....
inbetween....
one is trodden down....
drawing out each....
breath....till the day of rest....
.
One is....
just moulded clay.....
folded and unfolded....
shaped....reshaped....
softened...hardened...
crumbling to dust.....
scattered inside ....
the circle of life.....
each day.....
reawakened...reaching....
out to life's calling...
to rise once again....