Clash

You would think

life would meander

in twisted ways

through blurry photographs

and laughter comas,

with black and white memories

from younger days

and ecstatic colors of

the most exciting days.

But what you thought you wanted

has now mutated enough

for you to doubt yourself,

to question how you thought

life was supposed to meander.

So here you are

on the precipice,

every time there is

a choice to make,

a decision to take.

Sluggard to react

but almost always

a predictable move,

born out of the serendipity

of whims and real life.