Treason With A Reason

 Treason with a reason

Preyed on her mind

Analysis with calibration

Consumed with anarchy

And thoughts of quantum time.

Does everything

Have to be so measured and precise

Elements of chance

And a roll of the dice

Both have a voice

In this life game she plays

But she gives them no heed

As she contemplates her days.

Treason it is then!!

No! Anarchy, she decides.

She picks up the dice

And gives them a toss

Chance screams in her ear

This is a win!.Not a loss!!

She sheds her disguise

For all to see

That the she in this mask

In reality is me.

My paints in the car

My easel's there too

I ponder the differences

Between reality and truth.

Then conclude

After only a little consideration

That this anarchy

Calls for celebration.

Tomorrow will find me

On the river's bank

Alone with my dreams

My canvas and paint.

Leah © 2005