Chance

Don’t mind the moonlight?
It shines through our veins
the light leads the life
we need, all on a linear plane
and what the agriculturalist cultivates
will eventually be a barren field, isolation
speaks within, corrupting their shields
but chance is just consequential
and words are the only took to make dullness
seem helpful and as they flutter
stir around like a family of flies
encumber your thoughts
begin to tie
they make your eyes water
and shift to rhythm
these letters form sometimes
just like all life
it starts from a cataclysm
and the more you know, intellectually
or through those holes in your head,
you loose the wisdom
it’s not just a definition
reality is only a decision