To find reason. For it all.

I have a way. Of looking at life. And it changes. From day to day. Depends. On circumstances. On mood. Maybe even on the creator’s grand design. Yes, a dictated thought. From above. Some days. I have no idea. Which way to twist and turn. Mere reflex action. And I find no true meaning. Until day’s end. When I analyze. And go on search. To find reason. For it all. –Jim Broede