No Design

I walk through these brambles along this path by a stream.
Sometimes I wonder if this is all but a vivid dream.
For I smell the air but I cannot taste it.
Is that a sign or am I now complacent?
Not a clue but maybe I might find out.
Alternative is I’ll still be in doubt.
With hedgerows and trees with hanging fronds.
Are these suggestions to my life being in bonds?

No, they’re not.
This is thinking too deeply.
You’ll be sliding down your mind steeply.
Thinking this is all some grand orchestration.
Reality is…
Life equals random.
There’s no design!

So stop overthinking.
No need to decree that you are sinking.
Couldn’t be further from the truth.
Believe, rather than keep demanding proof.

Not a pawn.
Nor a patsy.
You, like me, desire incarnate.

Won’t fall from grace.
Stronger in the face…
Of what others fear and wish to flee from.
Meanwhile, I are viper strong!

Triumph.
Testify.
Drawn out.
What a lie.
Wrap heresy in salt then add intent.
Time to bring down those pretending not to be morally spent!