Life's Tale

Life is a beautiful spiral. A magnificent spin, out of control, forever never ending and onward we'll go. Black ice seen on the highway, but the driver is no longer me. Delusions of control slip from my finger-tips and leak on to the passenger seat. I grasp for the wheel of influence, but Death I expect to meet. So be it, for I fear Death not! Death gives me Life and Life brings me Death. In this final hour, the seconds click past year by year by year. In the beginning, it was the end. And. In the end, it will be the beginning. . An infinite game of chasing tail for the dogs of war from one horizon to the next, from one garden to the next, from one paradise to the next to the next to the next, until there's nothing left but the tale.

I must not sleep: the time is ripe for a wide awakening.
I must wake others: those left to dream will be dead in the eyes of the dreary terra-nauts.
Our castles in the sky feed this hungry machine.
It's the perpetual American dream amped up on amphetamines and speed. Folks gassed on life.

I must admit: It has been fun, sittin' back in this ole rockin' chair, watchin' life unravel and just pass on by.