Things that go bump in the night (and the day)

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.