GUARANTEED

The sun rises in the morn,
after that everything is guesswork,
we measure the moments by our clocks,
plan our lives in such constant presumptions,
depend upon logic to prefect the day,
then go insane when it all falls apart.

There are cracks in every hourglass,
winds always come unexpectedly,
minds of stable concrete,
crumble for reasons oft unknown.

Still we organize and expect,
celebrate what hasn’t been accomplished,
dream and love, vow and act as if
tomorrow is already written,
to control is the passion of security,
always craving the reality
of making what we want
solid and guaranteed.

Going insane when it all falls apart,
wanting what we desire
on the schedule we dictate,
but life is a fickle prankster,
ever adding detours to our paths,
sometimes sanity is the destination,
which doesn’t take a map,
enjoys the seasons that prevail,
savors the sunlight and the storms,
walks without thinking
there will never be a time traveled
that doesn’t have added demands.

Hearts that can cherish the journey
regardless of how the scenery alters
will always find the trip more peaceful
than those who get stressed
from discovering road signs
they though never existed.