Your life is a fragment of clothing.
Each day you wake,
It is what you make.
Your existence does the sewing.
Each thread,
A motif
Each stitch,
The reoccurring of the thread.
Your design,
Destine to be seen
Destine to fail
Make of it,
What you can,
Life...
It does, indeed speak.
And it's not just what you make of it.
What will your collage of motifs present?
