Semi-Daily Scribbles

The door closes in on me without warning, but then any seasoned slab of wood knows it's not my keeper. I have to watch for the signs and stay lithe and alert. To jump out of harm's way in order to ascend the many levels of understanding is Job #1. Not much else matters if I'm tossed from the game for refusing to play. So I sneak up all stealth-like to every entrance and gateway I find. I've been given the gift of freedom and I must repay the debt with every step that propels me forward, up and over, or through the hillocks and hoops fate places in my path. Simply put, there is no turning back. The slog all the way back is a long, long haul only to realize I've missed the point entirely.