Patterns

Life is full of patterns
Me always trying to be wishful
Always hoping
And routines always setting the tone

The norm isn't expected
It should be, yet it side swipes you
Like a car accident that should have
Served a purpose

Wishing and hoping
Plans made that will never happen
Reality is you can only count on
Change to occur

Plans do not seem to materialize
You are left wondering
Why do we bother
To dream

I had just begun to dream again
It always fools me to believe
I was born into comfort
That which I'm never to own

A tumbleweed in the storm
Runs through it
Or skirts the danger
Dependent only on the wind

We should take no ownership
No pride in our circumstance
Let God and the patterns
Of life decide

A blank slate of no expectations
May actually equate
Safety and we as zero
Disappointments