Imaginary Maze

 

The happiness is there for the taking.  Remember back, look ahead, feel the now.  This is a minor miracle, our very existence, no telling what's to come.  The wine was cold and tasty last evening, the antibiotics were kicking in, old pictures and talks.  Bust out of this imaginary maze.

With investment democracy, the swift survive.  Just when the heels get worn in, then the scramble of gathering balance, then the squeeze.  The arrogant deserve their fate.  Hold on through the panic, this boat will float fine, no dumping things overboard, no mutiny, no unity in the dark shadows.  Only light.

The fencing is permanent, entrance is for 'authorized individuals.'  Those with authorized papers, apparently.  Inside, the fumes are oppressive, oily and bitter.  Snide and awful gangsters.  The smell of them can be detected from 1,000's of miles.