Lines of glass

Hebrews 4:12 

¹² For the word of God is living and powerful, and sharper 

than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, 

and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.

Lines of glass and lines of thought reaching into the distance

No one seems to understand to where they’re really leading

Faded colors lead the way but many change in an instance

for traveling holding one’s own hand keeps you from speeding

Are we to understand the end of things being placed in the beginning?

Are we only to know the obstacles that are scattered in our path?

Are we not just to accept all things at the start of the first inning?

As the first pitch comes our way to catch us off guard at that?

Life is more than a game with only three bases

It seems more like a flock of sheep seldom looking up

Or alike a school of fish that does not know what a net is

Similarity with moles underground in search for what to sup

Yes a perpetual circular motion on the trail called: life

The start and the finish lines drawn in the same dust

Peace mostly giving in to the power of usurping strife

like noise always seems to overtake serenity without a fuss