Reflection

Life proves to be a curious trip

Said I as I sat down

Just When I think, boy, this is it!

Everything turns around.

Should hope be lost,

Should I give up,

Or try a little more?

All this feels so familiar,

For I've been down this path before.

If life proved itself to be so simple

Would I be content?

Or does it prove its own true value

Through its storms and self torment?

If a riddle solved itself

Then I'd be puzzled nevermore

And if my life came with an answer key

My life would be a bore.

So perhaps through all my struggles,

I'll discover who I am

And maybe while I think I walk alone,

I'm in a greater plan.

A plan that molds me here and now

Builds men from little boys,

That teaches me the stings of pain,

And temperamental joys.

I pray that there is something more,

That love in sooth, is true.

And that it works for everyone

For me, and not just you.

You see I've come out on the bottom

Time and time and time again,

And with what started out as nothing

Lies the ash of fallen friends.

Which brings me hither pondering

Still sitting by the way,

Should I bring end to my tomorrows?

...Or continue on astray?

-Victor Tinsdale