2011 - Day 140

Preparing in advance,
Rolling through the fog,
Tirelessly plotting course
While sleeping like a log.
Sometimes things are better
Made with pickled cheese,
Must step out of comfort zones
To feel Life's gentle breeze.
Sometimes the wind picks up,
Throwing things about,
Convulsion chaos burning chain
Feel stuck and can't get out.
Let the storm pass on,
Clean the mess that's left,
Ready for whatevers next
Life's game can be quite deft.