THRASHING THROUGH THE JUNGLE...

Often life is like thrashing through a jungle,
We are compelled to get through it,
Though we are not certain of our bearings,
Thus, we plod on, thrashing, thrashing, thrashing...
Hoping to find our way through the overgrowth,
Hoping to end the fears which prevail around us,
Filling our beings as a result of sights, sounds, thoughts,
Thrashing, thrashing, thrashing...
Our imaginations run wild with that we see, hear, feel,
We, sometimes, are led by these images more than reality,
We succumb to them, creating only more confusion,
As we continually find ourselves thrashing, thrashing, thrashing...
Seeking refuge from that which we have brought on ourselves,
Refusing to turn around once we have set destination,
Stubborn, relentless to self induced reason, without harmony,
To that which is imminent, we proudly carve our own way,
Letting that pride leave us to thrashing, thrashing, thrashing...