TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE!

Just once in my frantic life, I would like
to see a predictable pattern, just
once in a while, to know when to put my
finger in the dyke, to know when I must
duck and take cover to avoid being
slapped-up-side-the-head by some new crisis
that I was not much aware of having
signed up for; would not even know to miss.
Once in a blue moon, I remind my fate,
I will be granted that most blissful state
of knowing what's coming before it's too late;
of seeing what's flying at a high rate
of speed, before it knocks me off my feet,
sending me spinning around on my butt,
and feeling dumb, my face red like a beet.
But all of this sounds boring, like a rut,,
where life's advemtures aren't a real surprise,
and too good to be true, I realize.