us people are patterns ☆

These people

are all fabricated

Patterns stiched together

As am I

A life is fragmented in its parts

Small and scattered like stars

But sown together 

I hope for it

to hold the human heart

Some might think 

the world is carved in stone

Fate is mountainous

and blossoming with moss

But in ourselves, we people are lost 

To me, the inherently coincidental

Pulses like an artery

A gushing waterfall

People are frightened to search in the overflow

for trails and paved roads

Feel motor sounds and petrol glow

Think we need something stiff and straight and believable

But remember 

its just some road

some oversimplifed and laced truth 

And do you really care, if the steps you take are your own?

We lay on the grass, fragmented and lost

Should'nt you create the trail as you go?

Find a tree to climb

A river to swim and berries to pluck?

Might we not look up and out

air and sea and sky are endlessly deep

And untraced and unpaved

Truly free