Life Is Grand
It’s somewhat a strange sentiment,
being resigned to the fact that things never go to plan.
As The Grand Clock’s hands sweep closer to the final hour,
and the trials and tribulations that punctuate or lives,
become permanently etched into the fabric of our fragile vessels,
the reality of futility is all-encompassing.
It’s all that is true.
An old adage; the tale of carefully-woven, assumption-laden plans,
being misconstrued by the ears of the Universe.
Lady Life has a knack for gracelessly kicking your feet out from under you,
leaving you to bask in the cold light of uncertainty and discomfort.
One can only imagine how amusing a sight it must be from out there,
almost pantomimic in our feeble attempts to control fate’s fancy footwork.