Life,
the black and white feature.
No grey lines between,
seems to be a set picture
The grey is what we force within.

Life,
a roulette of choices
Revolving days in a revolver gun,
tormented by many voices
Those wishing us to be down.

Life,
a hanging force of time
Ticks away at us, and soon to tock
no easy directions, neither a sign  
Yet we haven't come to be lost.

The life within
is guided by life above
As will it seem,
many are guided by love.
But never forget the love that is the man up above.