One lives at times
A kaleidoscopic life,
In spite of the pace
That edges on strife,
An inchoate being
Finds worth a taste,
So fancies his stay
He ignores the waste,
And aims not to stray…
Innately deceptive,
Plays a man’s mind
Of fragile compass,
Thus moves thru time
A subject bewildered,
Who tries to survive
A morrows’ circus,
Delivered as bate
Of ominous purpose,
Yet he’ll ruse the gods
If but to perpetuate,
His kaleidoscopic life!