When thrown into an unknown land
like the rest of one’s life,
there are those that make plans,
map their lives according to
the obstacles to be overcome
(husband, children, house)
and those that stumble through and around,
exclaiming in joy at the unexpected lake
or dismay at a mountain
but never bored staying on the asphalt path;
and those that wanted one, but got the other
and now languish in sweet surburban prisons
where the flow of time has chiselled away
at hopes and dreams leaving them
vacant, vague and sadly satisfied.