Patterns of Fate

If there wasn’t a them,

there would not be an us.

If there wasn’t a then,

there would not be a now.

Had I been in a different place,

I would not be here.

Pull one thread

and the picture fades.

Change one line

and the story dies.

Remove a step

and the waltz ends

All the shapes necessary

To hold our puzzle together

We cannot live in merely a part,

of this dream,

unless we keep them all.