Taming Improvisation

With a note that I'm assuming

living life is improvised,

from day one of this great journey

I began believing all the lies.

I have to really wonder

if rooftop cries are truly meant

to voice improvised frustration

of tattered plans that we lament.

I endlessly make scribbles

in my attempt to take control

but the slightest change in timing

erases all I think I know.

So I must relate with boldness

while believing I'm in charge

and close my eyes to reason

while I make life's living large.

Because taming the mighty 'improv'

while believing it's unreal

is like holding back a river

with a single apple peel.

No matter how you see it

if you believe the peels a wall

either way you improvise

you'll still be wet after your fall.

Now some may call this dreaming

or living on the edge

and in some ways they're thinking's right

and I'm still standing on a ledge.

So how to tame the improve

is the question of my day

do I just ignore the facts

and go out to always play?

Or do I check round corners

over shoulders, under beds

to see where the next shoe will fall

to wait on life with dread?

I think it may be neither

fear and dread are not the answer

enjoying the adventure

as it comes is life's enhancer.

So let's go about our business

be a part of all we can

and love the fact that no matter

life is going to scrap your plan.

Improvisation may not be tamed this way,

it was doubtful after all

but at least we can enjoy it

as we ride the peel over the falls.