Plot Twist

Bewildered by the growling wilderness,

As tantalizing aroma moves through the air,

In the head, thoughts churn with eagerness,

As steps form their way through the eerie.

I could see shoulders going all slumpy,

As I crunch through the fallen in the fall,

Gaping at the pain and agony of my own soul,

As my soul sets forth for the rescue of the other.

Sunshine continues to stream through the window pane,

As eyes hate but refuse to squint to the sunshine.

Off we go meandering through the lane,

As we no longer aspire to the old and the same.

TO BE CONTINUED.........