Unexpected enemies!

I think -

This time when there is dialogue,

I'm gonna make it clear to life's meandering ways that it cant spill over its boundaries and make a mess of the vegetation that grows so peacefully.

I think -

Now is the time to clarify my stance,

That I choose not to remain a mute spectator like the sand on the beach loosened by the continuous onslaught.

I think -

Its either this way or that now,

I'm either the sea or the land

I'm suspended in air or sunk in the mine

I'm heads or tails

I'm scalp or toe

I'm jumping in the realms of joy or trodding on the razor's edge weeping in pain.

And in my thought,

I'm enveloped by that one thread of life that swirls like a whilpool with velocity that beats the head heart and everything in between and that one link disrupts my thinking -

Hope plays spoilsport!

When hope knocks, prudence flies out of the open window.