Life's Jest Around and around circling a path worn into the very bedrock of unwanted existence. Along that trail of tears, shiny baubles and glittering jewels lay amongst the thorns, promising me hope yet are nothing but mirages with teeth drawing blood each time I reach out to snatch at them. No more I say. Life, that capricious imp will see only my middle finger giving my farewell as I pass by on this tired oval. I will run, not walk so I can wear out this body faster and be done with it once and for all.