Along the Way

We play, we stray, Life, many a doorway, all areas grey. A mystical array, along the way. Along the way, to destiny we travel night and day. Sometimes predator, sometimes prey. life's a game? Is what they say. Why on the real, I must appeal, every day, a new deal at times hard as steel. Though sadly the case an occasional false face, beware the coup de grace. Haters, trying to knock you out of the race. Just check out Sal, loved kickin it with his best pal Hal, till he met his gal Val, nearly lost all rational. He kept a cool head, prayed instead, what come to light, he'd grossly misread. An enlistee on an odyssey, although very hard to perceive alternate realties, Believe. Many a tempting temptation, unnecessary complications. While along the way, walking many aisles, compiled by trails, that are very worthwhile. There is no doubt, you'll go bout after bout. Tall tales tattled, nerves definitely rattled by the prattle. Living life right? An uphill battle. Even though you'll get floored as destiny, you walk toward, don't jump ship, stay on board. Great will be your reward. You see, the scheme of things, like a mean dream, even extreme, are seldom what they seem. So, mind the intrusion of delusion, the bringer of false conclusion, Mas confusion. Now what's really real? life's making you squirm, making you squeal? Mind, soul, body needs to be healed? Give God The Wheel. Then cut the jiving and conniving. Absolutely, No Back Seat Driving. As along the way to destiny we travel night and day. Sometimes predator, sometimes prey life's a game. The heck they say?