On the way to life, the gas runs out, the tires go flat, and the challenges begin. Driving  in the fast lane becomes walking on the curb, dangerous that another may not observe.

On the way to life, many friends prove wrong, many true. Acquaintances begin to define a path and a path begins to define a long untraveled trail.

On the way to life, tests begin to mold a though. A though begins to form a dream, and becomes a hope to maybe flourish.

On the way to life, a coat fends of cold and makes warmth to a part of one’s mind. Dreams of that mind merge into a way that guides along a new street.

On the way to life, a trek begins that wears down many a thousand shoe and presents a form of many that reflects a common trial.

On the way to life, memories are remembered, but many are forgotten. Tests passed are learned again, extending a tolerance or two.

On the way to life, life may have happened to you.

-LC

A strange light did flash in front of my eyes,

I had cut with my shovel into an electric line of quite some size.

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A blue glow embraced my vibrating head,

Making me yearn for a few aspirin and my bed.

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The sky started spinning with all it’s might,

Obviously controlled by that amazingly strange light.

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I started to fly at an amazing rate,

My friends running behind me as if for a meeting they were late.

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Looking forward, I came crashing into moving colors of orange, red, and yellow,

And from deep inside me a scream that seemed more like a bellow.

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The EMT looked at me and muttered, “what and idiotic little ditz”,

“For a while his brain will be on the fritz.”

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My trusty shovel thrown on he ground now melted and burnt to crisp,

My mind tossed and feeling now lighter than a little wisp.

-LC

Poem previously on SWB