Lifelines

Lifelines

In indelible ink

Or the tattoo on my navel

Lifelines

Seared across my open palm

Experienced by the ladle

Snapped shut, my eyes

Drift across

Dreamy inner scenes

A life in perspective

Seeking a new directive

A sure beginning

A waning middle

And uncertain end

Simple sensational synapses

Reliable renewables relapses

I act but did I intend?

I hope and I depend

That the light at the end of my tunnel

Is relief and not further trouble

I got my opinions

And I got my views

Imagination aplenty

Creating cryptic critical crises

With dependable dull devices

Lifelines

In my biological genes

In the redness of my blood

Lifelines

Is it really pre-ordained

Or am I truly self-sustained?

Tagged: Aging, all me