In all that’s gifted or denied why view one’s life as filled with strife, is cup half empty or cup half full, and what’s the cost from lost control?

It starts with choice to see the good in bad and sad and weight of mad, which fends off glad in false pretense, which makes no sense, when measured against the pleasures.

As measure’s treasures form gifts of pleasures are only scaled by things that failed, as costs from losses shall weigh exhaustion in pacing racing’s from chanced disgracing.

And in so doing, the graph that tracks the ups and downs can help reshape one’s saddened frowns, regained perspective, reframe objectives, for sink or swim or choice to drown!

In swimmer’s strokes or water’s choke just what gets tested when one can’t float, as sink or swim or choice to skim, reshapes thy grim with hocus pocus brand new focus!

Shazam new plan takes shape again, thus one can trust that roads of dust in rear view mirror’s escapes partakes, it was only things that faked, imagined fears my dear!

Because time machines can’t revert to scenes replacing now for past somehow, in thinking twice about plight in life and things not right, one only fails to live their life!

And this is why the view in mirror obscures forgets unclear, as clouds of dust, turned thoughts to rust, about fears and tears and mindless snares!

Because time moves on for everyone, and abhorred chores keep us from bored, as ups or downs which cause us frowns will speculate about woeful fate, and renders joy to cinders.

Thus believing in such grieving results in more deceiving, and perpetuates, evaluates, for speculates, that’s sure to cause more irritates!

Then choice de-voiced from uttered voice can pick and choose one’s choice for ruse, that switches right for left’s fit shoe and stumbles into more confused!

As self deceive is like disease in mind of free about choice be pleased, to win debate for woeful fate, or just concave in lost depraved from thoughtless raves, and drives down roads to worsened days!

But come to know your gifted soul, from life bestowed and things to know, came upon a fork in road while on the go, with thoughts in tow, ‘bout illusions in confusion!

They’ll be a cost for things you’ve lost, in freedom’s choice of gifted voice you tossed, in selfish twist of things you missed, and false bequests you’ll make a mess!

Do right in wrongs, to carry on, in being strong, allow ones pain insane to freak thy brain, or meant to struggle past all the troubles, in measured worth of girth on earth?

And partnered choice you once rejoiced at alter you’ve now made a choice to falter, he’s left behind without the kindness from selfish mindless, as years unwind for sharing time that’s forgotten vows at alter!

Step back from plight of things not right and rid compels to dwell in hell from all such spells of dreads, should go unsaid about wishing you were dead…

Because the day will come for kingdom come but days that are left must be the best example of the sample, as God bestowed the gift of life for reasons that should be pleasing!

Not to dwell in cell compelled to live a life of hell, with pain’s insane without refrain, but to use such pain and banes abstained, to not allow off-kilter!

As juggles from such struggles are designed to give us troubles, yet we possess a life that’s blessed, in chance to be thy best, or make a mess from time’s bequest, in example of thy sample!

Thus the choice is ours, to view through bars, while locked in cell’s imagined hell, and be compelled to disregard the purpose of thy service…or

As life is meant for recompense in gift’s immerse of things be cursed, and the struggles in such troubles, and some of that even double, are designed with us in mind, as worthy of the journey!

So take thy pain, refrain insane, make peace with brain, gift love from banes, pen story about your glory!

And win the race, without disgrace, put smile on face from bitter taste and laugh with spouse, and scream and shout, remove all doubts, turn fork in road to roundabout for gifted life’s depictions!

Michael Chaffee

10-4-25