Arts
Our lives are like bicycle wheels on ice At times we are certain of our paths Sure of our destination But other times we lose traction And slip from our ending Those are the times we feel uncertain We feel that everything is Out of our control For that daunting moment We feel uncertainty We feel that our paths are undetermined Merely fragments of thought slipping on ice When we gain control again Our inspiration takes hold Though our paths may not be the same They were always predetermined Even if at times they were uncontrolled The wheels gain control again Sure of their path As if all along they were reaching a known end