Hustle and Flow of Reflection

For every action there is a equal and opposite reaction like the striking of billiard balls but when worlds collide souls in twist and become bonded in ways people would never think. Being behind the eight ball is a stress all in it self but like many things in life nothing is guaranteed but death and paying taxes, so what happens when your soul is nothing but drunk driver destroying it self in solo accidents time and time again. When the fluids of the heart mind and soul just twist and mingle in ones self as the headlights shine among the next on coming tree. For it has been told we have dues in life to pay, but when the bill collector comes and your out of blank checks whats next....they say you cant draw blood from a stone but even the most fortified castle walls have crumbled. A lifetime sentence to the debtors prison one lonely prisoner shackled to the inhumanity of human spirit and will begging for the chains to be broke and for you to run run run. The escape the master plan for years you scheme and proposition of nothing more than the simple things in life just slightly out of reach like the hanging fruit of an apple tree. For some this might be as short as a step on a step ladder it could be step after step ascending a ladder to the roof of success for others it more on going like an escalator forever on going never reaching the top just step and step. For many sayings have been manifested to bring just a slight ray of light in a darkest hours of night. For every one has a purpose some are the tested and some are the tests them self. For some things the creator did not bother to inscribe nothing more than pain and suffering in ones master plan. One would like to think we all have a greater purpose but when the winds leave the sails of hopefulness one can only ponder what if i am in this life for nothing, but a walk of karma and a reincarnation to the next body our soul finds for we will never know the answer for it said never to question the reasoning for it all is a purpose but this phrase was never uttered by the man standing at the bottom of the summit looking up at the next climb one might face but was spoken by the man echoing down the valleys of riches at the top of the summit