Could it be

Winding roads that go no where, and everywhere at once

Could it be?

Swirling clouds, touch the sky, floating with angels

Could it be?

The river runs through the land, like a road without restraints

The birds fly unguided , untold, free from constriction

Grass grows where it wishes, plants bloom when they can

Could it be?

We are here, then we aren’t, but we also can’t leave

Our atoms are here for all eternity

Everyone that has left isn’t gone but unseen, does this mean they’re here..

Could it be?, could it be?

Feelings allowed, no one to say no

Different views, that’s ok, we aren’t all the same, but we are even so

Could it be?

Nothing is yours, it’s all being looked after

A curator of things, until they go somewhere else

Could it be?

It’s all relative, until it isn’t

Or isn’t until it is, a meandering puzzle with all mixed up bits

It can be, it will be, it is

©️Vicki Lucas