Lifelines
In indelible ink
Or the tattoo on my navel
Lifelines
Seared across my open palm
Experienced by the ladle
Snapped shut, my eyes
Drift across
Dreamy inner scenes
A life in perspective
Seeking a new directive
A sure beginning
A waning middle
And uncertain end
Simple sensational synapses
Reliable renewables relapses
I act but did I intend?
I hope and I depend
That the light at the end of my tunnel
Is relief and not further trouble
I got my opinions
And I got my views
Imagination aplenty
Creating cryptic critical crises
With dependable dull devices
Lifelines
In my biological genes
In the redness of my blood
Lifelines
Is it really pre-ordained
Or am I truly self-sustained?
