Life, they say

Life, they say, is like
Arsonists playing with water;
A bonfire in mid autumn
Experiencing a thunderstorm.
First, the fire disappears and then
Sizzle and Crack.

The beacons of truth from
Troy to Greece
Can never bring us the news of
Sorrow. Sorrow, they say, is like
Alice without the mad-hatter;
The hat without the mercury.
First, the side effects gone and then
Awakening.

Life, they say, is a
Chewing gum chewed once too many;
Violet Beauregarde and her gum:
Chewed, bitten and
Still intact.
First, the hardness dissolves and then
Soft but together.