Life is twisted. Dying and dried up. Fertile soil to dust. Green to brown.
But wait! There is life in the aged. The dead. The brown. The life comes form the eyes of the beholder. What you see is what you get. You will see no future; or, you will give the vision, life once more.
Death or beauty. You choose the outcome. You make the decision. You are the keeper. It is up to you to see the path differently. You are in charge of your destiny.
Life is twisted? Maybe.
Let its road be your journey home.