Life is capricious
moving with the grace and speed of a ballerina.
Each moment is a choreographed pirouette,
some planned by us, some by the universe.
The timing of life is another thing all together,
it has no boundaries, takes no requests, it just unfurls:
A sail pulled apart by human hands, billowed out by a gale force of wind;
taking shape with every passing turn.
"Full speed ahead" it seems to call out:
If you listen closely you can hear its echo.