Our lives are disjointed; any themes
are just sutures.
No plan survives first contact with the
future.
Life is never straightforward, but
heaving and twisting.
There's no detailed map made to guide
our existing.
Many times I've moved forward,
expecting pleasant climes,
and I've even been right at least three
or four times!
The unknown is a tunnel, and an
oversized load.
Don't forget that it's also a
sun-dappled road.
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