I have all the things building up
like little insect homes in the sockets.
A wasp of choice flutters
uncertainly around the formation.
Life, of course, like my shadow
wanders off oftener than me
into uneven terrain
tugging me along
with an invisible strength.
I rein it in only when
I am in the dark.
Brooding and evolving strategies
as if to win in this game.
I am out and snatch few wily wins
but you know, the last laugh of life.