Power Lines
As i ride in the back seat of the car i stare out the window. my wandering eyes find the power lines trailing beside the road. As i stare at them, they continually go up and down in a graceful dance and sway. As i watch them repeatedly rise and fall, they seem to be a symbol of my life.
It isnt as if my life is stagnant and hasnt had any major high or low points, its just that since the last major dip in the powerline of my existance, my attitude has been gradually changing and flowing like the entrancing dance before me.
I cant say this is a bad thing since nobody particularly wants to have dramatic changes in their life and attitudes, but as i sit there staring, i wonder when my next great rise will be.
