Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world.
The disarray.
I choose to see the beauty.
To believe there is an order to our days,
a purpose.
Though the beauty is a lure.
We are trapped,
lived our whole life inside this garden,
marveling at it's beauty,
not realizing there's an order to it
a purpose,
and the purpose is to keep us in.
The beautiful trap is inside of us.
Because it is us.