Snippets

Today I decide

Not to speech, but socialize

Reminiscing a life

Not a moral, but still rife

Of all broken pieces

Of a continuous but stitched time

The direction that the soul takes

Just a heap, or all aligned ?

Tomorrow it won't be the same

In this unrepetitive a game

But wouldn't even there be a sum

Before the more snippets to come

I remember I was young

And the question too too old

And I decided on my logic of chance

A little early, a little too bold

And my answer was wrong

Its now coming to me after long

Smoothing many stitches on its way

With a conviction much much strong

But that logic is still right

Now I use it even more

It was just that the world was a greater story

To have picked up all its lore

This logic is our great advantage

To tie it up, to smoothen it

That even with a tiny detail

Can so many things together fit

So many things, bit by bit

All come back again and again

And in a Sysiphian trajectory

Time makes progressive gains

Now I lie in all leisure

To reminisce, a sylvan pleasure

To enjoy all those lived times

On a hammock no less divine