Snakes and tracks

Love and life. Two short but meaningful words. Snakes and tracks. Two words that are very, very different. They are so different, snakes and tracks. But they can mean the same as love and life. Snakes are most known for violence. For harm. For evil. But snakes can be gentle. Easy. Loving. Loving, Loving like a girl? But not a woman. A girl can leave and be nasty. A woman is kind and healing. Snakes are associated with evil. Women are associated with Lust. Both are misdefined. Snakes and women are kind. They are mothers. They are kin. They are loved properly by the handfulls. By the children. By the open minded. By the kind. And tracks? Train tracks. They move things ahead, don't they? They listen to orders? They always lead somewhere? No. They move, they run, and they take paths. They are like life. Wild and free, but still collected. But still there. They are life. They carry you around along the paths. You choose the paths. You whoose where you go. You have the map. You have the choices. You have the power to change. You can make a difference You can make it right. Life is unfair though. Trains take lives. Trains can destroy. But they are great. Life is great. Snakes and trains. Love and life.