For the ride. Through life.

I sense that something is up.  But don’t know what. It’s a peculiar feeling. Could be a psychosomatic problem. I try to collect my wits. But remain baffled.  Maybe it’s only my imagination. Playing tricks. That’s the difficulty. With fertile imaginations. Often, they seize the opportunity. To take control. Kidnapping me. Running off. In random or haphazard directions. Making me dizzy. Still, I try to follow. The many twists and turns.  If for no other reason. Than out of curiosity. Suddenly. I’m feeling lost. In a labyrinth. In danger. A thought. Better to know where I’m going. But hey. I like surprises. Might as well. Go along. For the ride. Through life. --Jim Broede