The Mystery of Life

The twists and turns of fate
are the life we’re living.
The plans? -Just the skeletons
on which to drape our fashions.
The scarecrow
dressed in the most dapper hat
after the donkey has worn it.
The mannequins
that stand lifeless among limbs
still holding purpose and beauty.

Let me out of the doll factory
wherein plastic becomes so loveable
and holds the tears, hopes, and fears
of our future generations.
Help me flee my monkey house

where gorillas trapped and captured
practice the law of the jungle.
Guide me from the ship gently
to the lifeboats
waiting to be launched.

We are so far from where we started
when we dressed paper dolls and Barbies.
We are older but none the wiser
in what we may never know.

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