Road signs

I wish that life will provide me with road signs straight and clear, no abrupt detours, no hairpin curves, the end so discernible when struck by a lance of sunlight I can set my mind on cruise control with ease. But the path to old age is obdurate and unbending, disillusions and regrets are poised as vultures on a limb. To liberate myself from dark dreams is simply to wake up, find I was not dreaming at all but caught in harsh reality. A real life has its ragged edge, as the sea has many surfaces, a glint of sunlight on crested waves assures me I can flourish on a cold and chilling route of trials find a second wind in the face of adversity. @jjote021924