on parchments of presume

then.

now.

segregation of time –

collectively contained within the confines of our existence.

regardless the magnitude of desire –

the appropriation of intent –

our tenure in the halls of is fades.

what of it –

then,

agendas written to define autonomy over possibly?

while vividly drawn on parchments of presume,

they fade like watercolor in the rain.

ubiquitous as assumptions of priority –

misread lines from one-act plays of suppose…

;

we say we did not choose to be –

the us we are.

we denounce the labels that define,

yet scribble words from strangers on documents of presume.

we stand alone in front of wishing wells.

imagine life redefined.

and yet hold tightly to the coins of change.

what purpose –

consideration?

will it matter in the end the option –

not chosen?

if –

in fact –

this life is merely prelude to the play of forever,

why spend wasted time rehearsing lines no one will remember?

after all –

words cannot open doors designed for touch.

more sensible to knock in silence.

persistent affirmation of conviction.

intention realized by feel –

rather than imagined –

simply heard.