All Roads Lead Here

A series of moments independently correlate

To force the habit of existence

An outgrowth of culture

In burning shrubbery

The necessity of change

In Earth we etch a symbol

Of words and letters

And a memory will never die

With pen & paper

We are example crafted

A perpetual consistency is present

We are creatures of habit

A daily routine of practice

Differ a marked canvas

To that of such articulation

We smile at the will of curiosity

And the challenge the expectation of our being

Where footprints mark other surfaces

A flower of mortality

Sleeping in ribcage diameter

Blinded by properties beyond us

Each individual in each setting

Are seeds planted to interact

And of these linear connections

A story is set, and fruits develop

Think closely about what you leave behind

When the day is done, & time is gone

Something flows in my blood

I cannot define it, but I know it to be true

And I know there is something

I must do