The Voyage Through Time and Space
in a fog, dazed and refused, reaching for another brass ring,
whirling on a roller coaster of thrills and disasters, up once,
down again, reeling from the impacts and consequences, doing
what needs to be done, what has to be done, blindly grasping
for a solution that tantalizes in the mist, partly seen, mostly
guessed at, always one step out of reach, slippery and hard
to get a grip on, as the wheels spin merrily around and round
every corner a new danger, a fresh adventure, another chance
to slip on the proverbial banana peel, stumble onto a great idea
fall in or out of love, find the answers or lose your way, each
an option, a choice, a possibility, until time finally runs out
and you ware washed up on a foreign shore, to start all over
again, a new day, a new way and another chance to do it right.
