Puzzle Fox

I knew better than to trust tomorrow's dollar for yesterday's problem!

Life is a series of lessons intended to challenge us for the hopes of positively evolving us (as in the You, Me and anybody else willing to exist) into better individuals.  For most,  it seems as if it's just a massive winter storm of occurrences without any significant purpose...nor with any aim, just complaints.  A mishmash...a splattering of mishaps at the mercy of luck, good or bad...ultimately falling victim to mere consequences in a corrupt world of nothing more than just chances and outcomes, without treasures and rewards.  Words like Fair and Just are just philosophical trigger words intended to occupy goals and hopes for optimists, and ideas of underhanded scores and immoral principles that fuel the lust and despair of all remaining pessimists.

But I assure you, the randomness of 'this' chance...is anything but random.
As a matter of fact, stepping forward with the right foot will drastically change the outcome of your day...Versus if your lead step was your left.
(Just saying)
At the end, you are just left...
Confused
Irritated
and
Frustrated
With 'why is life this cruel game'
Of Truth or Dare
Criminal at its worst, transient and loosely rewarding at its finest...
(((Fake is the Lie that drowned the floods of Moses's Mountain as Noah looked out to Sea)))
And what did we all learn and see???
Just Another misdirected book of lies,
In the inner workings of corporate deceit and falsified concepts, often reflected through transparent mirrors that we call windows and doors...out to somewhere, nowhere too far...but, just far enough...

This is no halftime show...nor is it a fifth grade puppet show.
Oh, No...it's nothing like anything you'll ever find anywhere...at any point in time...
E X I S T e n t i all Y reverberate within this vast vacuum of our collective conscious on my hand tailored carpet...guaranteed to be the ride of your life.

I conned my mistress, she left her husband and dyed her hair black in order to fool a judge and rob a bank.  The vaults were full of counterfeit inspirations and hallucinations of a grandiose masquerade ball known as desire and despair...the clock struck midnight...she left the hall, forgot her hair and got lost on the way home.  Just before dawn, this pumpkin arose...carved like an owl...she peered into its rabbit hole...
Blue
or
Red
i n t e r e s t i n g wrote the narrator
In the Right hand sat the Red, Blue on the Left
Red for headaches, Blue for her Mood
'Mirror, Mirror on the Wall which of the pills will make me the Fairest of them All?'
Neither will without a consenting will,
Yet...with a little persuasion, both can become more than just a random miracle...
Her mind lay heavy, her lust bewildered...
She downed both in hopes of more than just a miracle.

The next morning, she awoke in her bed...
No different than the day before....seemingly, no different at all.
'Ah, just a dream to keep my mind occupied'
Up and out, her simple day began again...the same ole same...
Type of day...again and again.
If given the chance...just one more chance
(Big If)
n
e
x
t
time she might choose one
Over The Other
and see if she will awake in the same bed.
On the same day
With same agenda
Under an identical sky....

Fairy Tales are like Dynasties for those that who romanticize in a hope that their dream is the reality...and their reality just a passing nightmare.
Fact is, neither is so drastic....and neither is by random chance.

Not a lesson, but a thought...an idea to be shared amongst an ocean of ideas...
My food for today, a hope for tomorrow...and a dream for my lifetime.