We live lives like weather
subject to whims and doubt
changing our minds habitually
as storms disobey their route

horizons make false promises
to encourage all the guessing
disguising all our sunny days
as either luck or blessing

And so we remain elements
of a nature we can't fathom
but particles must circulate
to structure the carbon atom
our lives are lived with in the realms
of an infinite, linear pattern
circles define our fingerprints
just as rings imprison Saturn