Janus Face

Life is a Janus-faced Siren— willfully whimsical, childishly adamant, It is death’s nemesis, the soul’s swan song a black widow, a scheming enchantress, a mirage, an elusive chimera! Not everybody gets to realize their dreams, their fondest wishes, their most fanciful whims. Some days you’ll get to bring home the moon and days when you can’t even light a candle to dispel your haunting shadows; There are times when you can harness the whirlwind, At times it’ll be a struggle just to breathe to stay alive; Sometimes the wind is a zephyr and at times a sweeping gale, Sometimes the way is a long stretch of freeway, and, more often than not, Oh, life leads you down a rocky road. Sometimes you get to ride the jaguar, and at times you chug along on a jolly jalopy. Tread lightly into her lair lest you provoke her ire; A true confidant of Time together they play havoc with the soul of man, Stripping him of all his luster all his flamboyant spirit— Hold on to her …But not too dearly Let go off her … But not too wantonly Walk not behind her … But neither lead Fall in steps with her and waltz with the beat of time!