Off road.

Soon. Very Soon.

The premier's plot,

his grand scheme.

Counting the days.

A big lie.

No longer a skeleton in the closet.

A corpse.

Could not hide it much longer.

Luck, hell lot of 'em.

Just to ease the pressure.

Money?

Never fails any man.

Road's bumpy.

Slightest mistake,

Off you go.

Down the cliff; crash the trees or maybe just crash?

As TIME betrays,

trip's are bound to be long.

Backtrack

Spinning around it's axis,

welcoming light and darkness.

The sphere of life, mother to all.

A demi-god.

Another day, another dawn.

All coming too soon.

Unprepared, unseen.

The gloom-ish horizon.

When it rains on a burning day,

when it snows as the flowers bloom,

As you pray in despair,

what do you hope for when you wake up?

A NEW dawn to start over?

or,

THAT dawn, to brace for the coming storm.

For better or for worse,

ADAPTING,

has always been mother natures,

crown jewel.