Bowling

Solutions spun in the head

to concrete complications that never end,

they are a constant constriction for the heart,

as the plots to solve are tossed like bowling balls

down those lanes that life has to dwell

in the steady shakes of uncertainty.

 

But those are flawed and fractured spheres,

little mental snow globes of fantasy

possessed of images we wished were real,

just keep hoping if they roll long enough

all the problems will fall like pins.

 

Only the paths built to arch

over those canyons in troubles

where the landscape exists,

which no one wants to see,

still allows the heart to sing the illusions

about how this time

nothing will prevent success,

because this sphere of assumption

sent rolling over the ruins

is bound to reach the destination,

then happiness and perfection

can be erected in the place destroyed.

 

But earthquakes come when least expected,

and eyes behold how plans

are not able to always cure every suffering.

 

A crowd gathers to watch the crumbling vision,

before going and shopping for new types of balls,

ever convinced they can still solve what is broken

by buying answers instead of seeing the truth.