Way of My Time

Life, what exactly are you? They ponder. You're a warren of baffling turns. Why so dreadful and oblique? They wonder. With uncertainty and doubt as you churn. A dark, cold cell where the sun doesn't shine. Storms that bring torment with each of their strikes. A poison stricken field, indeed malign. Nigh eternal suffering, that's life. But it's not, for life is short and precious. The clock ticks too fast to live in the past. The world is beautiful and it's gracious. For the rivers of bliss and joy are vast. Life, an intricate, enchanted voyage, Where you must embark, the path most joyous.