Trying To Understand Life

Settings and design
in appropriate proportions
are spun out
longingly
by me ego
when he tries to rule
the world that he made up.

When I, the holder of the atlas,
page through the cartography,
I sometimes laugh,
when I can tell these are maps
that have been drawn by him.
Yet when I can't,
when I forget he painted this picture,
I get lost in it
and it's a whirlwind's journey across creation to get out,
until I do,
miraculously,
when I'm reminded that
what I am scared of
is what I made of
misunderstanding how life works.

And no, I still don't know.
But I might not need to
while I can still flick through
and laugh.