You kept your world
in a minimum span
of your experiences.
Open.
To the point of beliefs
and the vast
acceptance of inexperience.
You've kept touch
out of people
who touches your life
and lies that corrode
from that multitude of thoughts.
You are a deep well
of archaeological soil
where the weather
creates sedimentary craft
over time and epochs
of your being.
You've kept your views
in a channel of perspective
that what you say
is not who you are.
You take life
as a stepping stone
- a battle with strategies.
A plot for life.
You plan,
take notes,
and yet let rivers
carry you to the every page
- to every journey
where you don't take part.
You are a budding soul
yet to encounter
Fate
in its own form.
04-December-2013