Fabric

Nothing is at it appears, Until we choose to view it, Thoughts you think you volunteer, Were woven deep into it... Like fabric with the tightest stitch, With layers deep beneath it, Fabricated from your wish, Whenever you believe it... What may seem a single thought, Is probably not so random, But threads connected lightly taught, That's looming them in tandem... And Patterns that you see repeating, Form before your eyes, Reversing so it keeps competing, As it grows in size... Nothing is at it appears, Until you choose to view it, Woven like its just vaneer, Until you can undo it....