Is life really the hope-driving slave master
it is made out to be?
Or does it more resemble the treacherous God of War,
destroying all that lay in its path?
Or even still does the dulcet tones
of more prosperous times
more like bring to mind the Goddess of Harvest,
hinting at the success of it all,
if one would sow what one desired to reap?
Each sounds possible,
though the last is the vision I prefer.
And my own perceptions of what life is
does not even begin to scratch the surface
of all possible variants.
To what end does this thought lead?
One might ask and my point is thus:
Life is the road unknown,
for every single being on this planet
knows only the footsteps taken
by their own two feet.
None can tell you which path
has never been taken,
or what turn leads to self-destruction.
It is a journey none know for certain.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017