Honeycomb

Intricately woven Ties Tangles Strings and roots There is not a single one You really get to choose It's foolishness To believe That the people who are in your life Past Present and Future Arrive randomly Everything Must fit just so For a grand structure Such as a human To stand independently Freely Going about business Like it's no one's to mind Yet if one twig Is removed Broken Replaced See what happens to That seemingly independent Design of the human body spirit mind Your Soul knows All those that it takes To be a functional unit In this earthly place

Art by Trey "Jungle Boy "