Bushwhacking the Journey

Rules made to be broken

Off the straight trail

Hidden among the shaded growth wait unexpected obstacles

The compass readings that mean something portend risk

Settle not for pyrrhic victory

Seek not the programmed time table

Bungee jump with the passions of intellect

Breathe deeply the sweet ether of the mind's lungs

Retire the notion

Life be a bitch and then you die

Life only needs to be understood

It knows not the ceasing of a heart beat

Or the void of breath

Life remains a glorious cycle

For those who embrace the endless seasons

Of matter's existence