I was frazzled, stressed, far from my best just a month or two ago. Got too intense, stopped making sense, spinning too fast as time dragged slow. Got messy, frayed, a bit dismayed, a long way from my prime. Could I implode from an overload? Maybe we'd find out this time. They'd all express, "That's life I guess." So I'd shrug and carry on. They sympathised and realised I had a lot of life going on. "My, oh my. What highs and lows in such short space of days." Incredible? Inevitable? In many different ways. It sure was some kind of something. Was quite some twist in the plot - not written for some other someone. It came right for me, ready or not. Though no-one thought there'd be nothing there's no-one that predicated that track. But nothing came right out of nowhere. It's roots ran deep when tracking them back. So many years mix tears and cheers but how many so extreme? How many lost, mixed up and crossed when they pop up in a dream. "My, oh my. Time passes fast. Just blink and it's all gone." But I've chilled, recessed and decompressed - still got a lot of life going on!
