Paint by numbers

They always come to a conclusion that was predestined,
These numbers that formulate the pieces of our purpose,
Like they were written out so long ago, and now we are
Feeling the algebra of it, lap our minds infinite shores.

I always talk to myself of the controlling of destiny,
Of our own free will, as if my fingers shun the brushed
Strokes on a predetermined canvas, mixing colors with
Thoughts, and creating worlds separate to the things physical.

These pictures I draw create so many separate realities,
Because they are interference; they are a force of will,
in a system that understands perfection, and doesn’t need
meddling hands or thoughts, to create the images needed.

It’s a false knowledge we have, that makes us believe we are
Even capable of seeing ourselves properly through the smeared
Oils that show our eyes a fabricated reality of our own
Decision, and contrary to the natural lines of the place we are in.

When you feel you need to control anything, you are dabbling
In places, testing with colors, eating of fruits, that were not meant
For you; the peace found in a life without this will scare you beyond
Your means, and you will shake like a child, seeking familiar warmth.

Because you think you know…


PrioriThought 2009