Woven

We believe we are walking firmly on the ground
finding our way through the abyss
laying the tracks, in control and reassured
but consider your surrounds
look upon the blackness around
you're falling aimlessly into the forge of your very being
dangling from strings and contorted by an invisible puppet master
a maker less watch, but still within the gears
we turn around the axis
out of control yet within a frame
here we are on the edge of time
what we have done and what we will do
occurs at this very second
on the cusp of cliff
we stare at the river below, unaware of its undertow
can you see the strings?
can you see the stage?
are we free to wonder the field
or ripples and waves
breath in your final breath
its already happening
as you read you are born and have died
you are currently living your entire life.
call me a fool from your tower of conceit
but watch for the gusts of wind
that will surely knock you from your feet.
so confident in yourself and the life you've made
only to be burnt before the tracks have been laid
feel the breeze of the absurd
and embrace your fate
they are happily wed
and have woven your place