My Life

My Life

I choose the straight and narrow.
Yet it twist and turns,
up and down,
and all around.

I grab hold to force it straight.
Yet, it bends and breaks.
Yet, it bends and breaks.

I hold on through the twist and turns,
the ups and downs, and the all arounds
Until I can not hold on any longer.

I call out to above.
He grabs hold with both hands through the twist,
and turns, the ups and downs,
and the all arounds.

Then again, I choose the straight and narrow...