trust

Why does life
always present itself
in a manner
that hasn't been seen before?

If only things were
like  a routine theatre act
and well rehearsed and timed
and everything ran smoothly
like clockwork precision
Predetermined and pre-run
practiced over and over
till one got it right
All the characters
who know their roles
all the equipment in place
and the effects added by experts
and the costumes designed to perfection

If only one was the actor
who knew what to expect


If only one had the strength
to trust the journey till the end