In many ways, life,
Is like a four-stroke engine.
It is as simple as that –
Intake, compression, power and exhaust.
We came into this world,
Through a small valve.
Then the valve shut off on us.
And the world became restricted.
Up came the ramrod.
Pushing us harder and closer,
Into a tight bundle of mess,
And energy.
All it took was a spark.
To ignite and explode.
To rebel against the
mafia of death.
And, when the show was done,
And the fire, was spent.
The ramrod dutifully pushed us out,
Only this time, it felt ever so gentle.
In many ways, life,
Is like a four stroke engine.
It is as simple as that –
Intake, compression, power and exhaust.
