Signs
Those that aligned
As if we had a plan
A predefined design
And all this this self work
Is perhaps a bias, one of a kind
Sweet berries, moving sunlight
Ivy creeps upon coffee shops
Lilies reflecting the moonlight
And the questions unwind
And the answers rewind
So we see the signs
The ones, we most certainly want to
And those, that could even align
Had already creeped up just fine
On our helpless, caffeinated minds.
-Al