A Choice Made

A Choice Made Driving rain darkness surrounds him now a choice has been made, now here in the thicket deep with rich fir rising to the heavens. Why? Where? How? Questions whose answers are not yet ascertained, known only sad dialogue depicting terrible acting. Beginnings, Endings what is the plot? Has he forgotten the lines to his own story? Life does he dare ask? Question? Been forgotten? Madman or Charming fellow his is a journey among the sharp rocks and wild flowers, laughing yet dying on the inside beyond view. Curious to the naked eye the viewer cannot yet determine an ending to the play called life, Reality is touched if for a moment. Stage is lighted as the man makes his entrance from the left hand side a silence has fallen over the gathering crowd, forming. Time has now gone to the other side of the pendulum now lines appear on once youthful face showing cracks, telling a tale of many lies. As the clock ticks on no one is immune from her touch we all must keep in step lest be left behind, Gentleman now hopes love and sanity can save him from the maddening haze, Perhaps ? © David Jerry Mitchell 2015