Chutes and Ladders

Like the game of my childhood

My emotions are
Unpredictable

Frustrating
Helping me climb higher up

Or dropping me closer to where I started
I can't distinguish my hopes

And when I think the game is in my hands

It all comes crashing

Making me slip and fall
Yet another bruised knee

Skinned elbow

Torn pants

Shattered dreams
That's my problem...
I try to plan out an uncontrollable game of choice

There are no stars to follow
No magic words for me to say

Just close my eyes

And spin the dial.

TL
2 December 2002
6:18pm