When my birthday or Christmas came along each year
Presents under the tree or to be opened later on that evening
Drew out my deep and cunning curious calling.
Instincts told me to "look before I leap"
"The Joy comes from the moment more and more as it becomes more near.."

"The Best Things Come to Those Who Wait.."
However, as the "white angels sitting on my right shoulder tried so hard to hold me from doing....
The red devilish guys holding their pitchforks seized my control.
I couldn't hold back, any longer, nor could I hesitate.


I ripped up the surprises and no matter how much I liked the visions that such gifts brought, my guilt had grown.

Life is a lot like the gifts for a Birthday or other festive occasion.
It is time to give those little red devils a future vacation.

Moments are to be cherished.Even though you are excited about where you know the event or moment shall take you...
Let the car glide...
Be good to yourself.
Instead of a cat strung out by his hide.
By rushing the situation, moments, or speeding to pass to the next life adventure, on down life's road...
I drew more pain from this judgemental accident than simply relaxing and enjoying a day's cruize. Slow like a toad.


So, I supported the theory that I was the "cat killed by Curiosity" and opened the traps which lead to other feelings than something grand...
What was to be memorable and bright was rewritten as shady and dark
By the dogs of temptation
pushing me to the death of bright memories and granted access, deservedly, to their Joyous carefree memory land.