Tapestry Of Our Fates

Tapestry Of Our Fates
© Surazeus
2018 10 29

Each day I drive I see thousands of cars
moving carefully on the roads of life,
but the humans operating those cars,
who must be just like me, participant
in many social circles of desire,
composed from past successes and mistakes,
and plotting to fulfill plans for their growth,
appear to me as nothing more than shadows,
nameless apparitions floating on wheels
through endless labyrinth of fleet illusions
as we all navigate one complex maze,
so I know nothing about their origins,
their current obsessions of ritual play,
nor where they are going in social game
in which we flow around each other blind
yet tangled in tapestry of our fates.

I drive myself through complex maze of doors
to arrange the place where I sleep at night,
and where I perform duties in the day,
learning the names of strange people who dwell
on the same stage of our daily routines
as each person performs their chosen role
which maintains function of community
assembled from strangers around the world
who participate with their special skills
in producing and processing the food
we extract from fertile soil of the world
to generate industrial mask of power
which reveals aspects in our way of life
more efficient for making energy
where friction of our conflicts sparks new hope
while still weaving tapestry of our fates.

Most of us maintain our simple routines,
moving as cogs in strict engine of commerce,
small parts in vast food-production machine,
while some play larger roles in social game,
attaining power to shift production gears,
while one we choose operates the steering wheel
to guide our ship of state in treacherous seas,
but what actions of choice did they perform
to maneuver through the maze of job roles
so they attain positions of control
except by random chance of being in place
at the right time and knowing the right people,
because they have no special qualities
other than wealth their family controls
that gives them more right than anyone else
to redesign tapestry of our fates.

Each day I drive my car on road to work
where I sit alone in quiet laboratory
to map process of human evolution
on the global time-animated atlas
of human history we play on this world,
combining tales of every conscious soul
in one complete epic of human life
that plots the active path of every person
moving separately together through space
as each individual pursues their dream
to reincarnate deathless genes in their children
who contest over roles in social games
that determine who orders and who works,
who gets to eat and who will breed new children,
even though we will all die in the end,
weaving Earth from tapestry of our fates.