Imagine if life was an endless thread of lines,
Intrinsically connected to something beyond time,
But every line with difference, each one a single story
Filled with every feeling, from the deep grief to the glory

Imagine on each line there held one possibility,
One momentous moment that makes you feel complete.
Imagine if each line though held different parts of you
Extremely rigid versions of the tiny bits in you...

Imagine if your lines held every situation
From when you were enslaved, to where you ruled a nation,
Where you killed, where you loved, a mother, father, child,
Where you laughed where you cried, where you were tame and wild

Now imagine all around you too do share each line with you,
Imagine all the stories that they have played with you,
Some stories they do love you, and show you every day
Other stories show their love a very different way

But if we are every story, then each moment we are whole,
It means on every line in time we've reached that final goal.
Maybe we feel lost inside, confused, on the wrong bus
If there are times upon these lines we feel are not of us

Accepting every difference, appreciating life
Is maybe how we learn to place our love on every line.
Each face around reflecting a love, yet just a part
And feeling that love whole connecting lines within our heart

Who's to say each day we do not wake up somewhere new
But minds hold every story, embodied with a truth,
So every morning brightness is a chance to find our whole
If we accept each line of time and love all from the soul

Do we choose to jump and fly or ground within each story?
Do we sleep in grief one night and wake in joyous glory?
Maybe thoughts we hold are just the path we choose to take;
Here to simply grieve in sleep, or choose to love awake.

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