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!
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