new reasons to conform.
new reasons to mold with the universal clay of design.
they search.
with eyes wide, and set for an answer.
with minds open.
but closed from change.
and while on their endeavor, their journey for consistency, i'll watch them.
as they pick and choice.
and look and investigate.they'll feel each fabric for the correct choice.
and examine every thread for a sign of disapproval.
and i'll sit.
in my worn in apparel.
feeling my way through clues of this and that.
and they don't see me.
because i'm invisible to their eyes.
their too busy searching, ignoring the demise.
but that's okay.
because their pre-occupied with reasons.
searching, searching, searching.
