Paths

Destiny is set in motion by the promises of today, to be met in full or to be disregarded just in time, branching the Paths of the world in two, creating vacancies for more promises, to be met in full yet again, but still leave doors open for inconsistencies, among the trajectories of life, what might be & what might nearly not be, all hanging on the branches of time, A roulette spinning with a mind of its own, not looking to stand still, but shoot the universe into tangents, flinging across space & time, creating more possibilities, more paths to escape to, more promises to fulfil, yet even more not to. The Tree of Infinite proportions grows in all directions, 0s & 1s, the architects sweeping lines across the canvas of the world, all stimulating the lives of You & I. Peace, Love & War, all options for the world, free to enact, free to interpret, even more free to ignore. You choose the promises, the Universe may conform.

Destiny is set in motion by the promises of today, to be met in full or to be disregarded just in time, branching the Paths of the world in two, creating vacancies for more promises, to be met in full yet again, but still leave doors open for inconsistencies, among the trajectories of life, what might be & what might nearly not be, all hanging on the branches of time, A roulette spinning with a mind of its own, not looking to stand still, but shoot the universe into tangents, flinging across space & time, creating more possibilities, more paths to escape to, more promises to fulfil, yet even more not to. The Tree of Infinite proportions grows in all directions, 0s & 1s, the architects sweeping lines across the canvas of the world, all stimulating the lives of You & I. Peace, Love & War, all options for the world, free to enact, free to interpret, even more free to ignore. You choose the promises, the Universe may conform.

Destiny is set in motion by the promises of today, to be met in full or to be disregarded just in time, branching the Paths of the world in two, creating vacancies for more promises, to be met in full yet again, but still leave doors open for inconsistencies, among the trajectories of life, what might be & what might nearly not be, all hanging on the branches of time, A roulette spinning with a mind of its own, not looking to stand still, but shoot the universe into tangents, flinging across space & time, creating more possibilities, more paths to escape to, more promises to fulfil, yet even more not to. The Tree of Infinite proportions grows in all directions, 0s & 1s, the architects sweeping lines across the canvas of the world, all stimulating the lives of You & I. Peace, Love & War, all options for the world, free to enact, free to interpret, even more free to ignore. You choose the promises, the Universe may conform.