Zigzags

A mighty hailstorm, a gentle breeze

Captive souls in bodies liberated,

Inhabitants, existing, letting be

For all said and done, who are we?

Dewdrops of consciousness,

Descending on cosmic grass, Tiny blips,

fearing wind, awaiting sunlight to set us free?

Or are we,

people laughing at people for being people,

Confirming our beliefs, permeating the unknown,

Mounds of mindfulness, deformed by convention?

Trying to be normal in a world of obtuse,

Abstracts of eternity, Running,

In circles of habit,

Running but never reaching.