I fall apart at the schemes.

The snares I laid have snared me,

The scandalous bait, the family traits,

The human flaws.

The jaws of life come for me

In dreams, to set me free from traffic jams

And moving violations.

I walk back home while sirens scream

And alarm bells ring for me to wake.

I dig up yams in my back yard garden

And roast them in a fire,

And eat them til I'm satisfied.

I feel at peace and so

I go inside and fetch the bird out of his cage

And bring him out

And set him free as well.

Time will tell,

And no one knows how the stories will go,

But they may never end well,

And then again, they may never end.

-jenn