alchemy

Like thrusters hurdling me through space ~
A continual effort, some kind of race.
Can chill some, enjoy a break ~
Eat and sleep but then back to the pace.
Must be my creation, a choice I made ~
Some decision, a then useful aid.
Or maybe not, some circuit caught?
Exterior puppet handler, my soul has bought?
Years and years of playful free ~
Envision a goal, pour on the coal, succeed.
Eventually, game plays out ~
escape and move from that box.
This appears to be the thing ~
My next joust, spear or arrow, through the ring.
Win the day, accept accolade ~
Wear the wreath about my head.
Be the victor, champion won ~
Knighted again, everyones friend.
Satisfied, had an exquisite ride ~
Ego boost, my palate fed.
Another chapter, this life's book ~
Survival, revival, alchemy cook.
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