Mosaic

If you cry, let the tear story roll down and carry you away.
Upwelling like a fountain, our individual threads stream, on the move.
A belief sets the story like thread sews one seam to another.
Unravel and let the result sweep you apart.
Are the edges a bit rough? Erosion will take care of it.
when regrets about not having built a stronger story, appear,
Nod sagely.
When standing next to your fellow man in line,
Marvel at the energy. Mosaic alive.
You, a sparkle among sparkles.