The Delectable Treat of Serendipity

I tore a collared shirt hopping a gate and lost a button shimmying across the peak of a roof just so I could cuddle in privacy oh, life, what heights to climb just to float down kindly on clouds or surfing crowds the things that bring together others and fill with pleasure the very emptyness in the sense of experiencing such realities alone, they say we die alone, but someone told me to fear not deep thought, carried on with a walk uphill, to find a peaceful place before the sun showed its face oh, life, what great fall to take when tripping on my very own heart strings playing a soft melody, lulling me to focus my attention on the things that matter, beyond simply just matter