two chairs
one balcony
and invitation it seems.
is reality ready
for my avoidance

life has her own ideas
and all of us submit
some kicking
even screaming
avoidance is pointless

she weaves eternal fingers
through the fibre of vines
that wild grow together
untrained but so wise

wisdom the gift
that hides within time
between every heartbeat
unoticed she shines

two chairs
one balcony
an invitation it seems.
reality always ready
outside my avoidance