Life's many twists, turns, just like a winding road
Ever speeding, braking to make the adjustment
making sure that the car is firmly on pavement
Looking out the window as a crystal ball snowed
Frosty fortune teller will tell of the future
Laughs, smiles, winks are plenty, that fades in phantom
Of the sphere in her hand, image of the bantam
Driving the vehicle to the brink of suture
Slick, icy, snow-crusted, the road is treacherous
Gypsy reciting her call distracting the driver
Reacting too slowly, plunging in the river
Trapped in the machine, his spot is dangerous
Is the fighter finished? Will he charter the plunge?
Will he wither away, water in his rich sponge.
