Blueprints and Trade Offs

Life doesn’t come with a road map,

Nothing lasts, we only pay rent;

I built my life with limited tools,

To the specs of my own blueprint.

Wounded in bloodied fields of love,

Betrayed by allies I thought dear;

I walked away from the battlefield,

Trading war memories for beer.

Later years found me basking,

In beauty only an artist can paint;

Awaking to Technicolor sunrises

And a throbbing, chronic headache.