WHEELS OF LIFE by Gino Vannelli

Life's wheels, thrills, chills continue like smoke rises, wafting-up and out, side ways, right side-up, upside-down. Full of twists, turns, bends, curves, spinning, spiraling on... round and round she goes and where she stops, nobody knows. Your breath is taken away as you inhale another day and nights worth. All the living, loving, hoping, praying, pleading for peace, for something to hold on to that makes sense in the middle of the senseless.

Like smoke, life too moves elegantly, gracefully yet forcefully, powerfully, lifting up, higher and higher as it goes... or perhaps unforgiving with jagged edges, roughly hewn, hazy, crazy, muddled, laden with messy, mucky-muck. Not so clear cut and dry as we would like. If we could only blow out troubles like a candle flame, with only wisps of smoke lingering lightly as the hurt of the aching heart fades away.