Life bends to the unimaginable.
Otiose it seems; as they fracture
Hopes and stretch dreams unto
The point of no return
Life turns at will,
With weary souls full of baggage
To winding roads that bear a better vista.
Life goes on, purportedly
In different directions.
The roads are no less harsh.
The adventure is the same.
But they make us more pliable.