Scrambled

My mind is scrambled; thoughts, rearranged;
my life, has started all over, again;
the universe, around me, is changed;
a result of my sorrows and pain.

I’ve lost so much, I’ve loved and treasured;
tho much of life’s background remains;
I’ve reassessed how life should be measured;
and the love and hate it contains.

Life appears like playing poker or drawing lots;
all things dictated by chance;
destiny determined the haves, and have nots;
and even the role of romance.

Reality is the sum of all information;
but, before your feathers get ruffled;
eternity simply charts its destination;
for, creation is reality, shuffled.

Reality is thought as a game of chance;
with destiny in total control;
but the Master sent us here, to dance;
in order to enrich the soul.

Thoughts reach out to past memories, often;
tho many memories are dead and gone;
its such a long journey from cradle to coffin;
and my life, that’s now empty, lives on.

Loneliness is a memory, no one treasures;
I feel like I’ve made my life a wreck;
life is a great mystery beyond all measures;
it seems like someone stacked the deck.

Monty 10/24/22 # 1,315