Chaos and order

Religion mixed with Starbucks
There
a journey down a lonely road
is overshadowed by a vast heaven reaching into obscurity
While angels linger along the wayside

The earmarks of a daily life
Fragmented, crumpled and layered
Those pinpoints of light from your window
Dance without movement
Forming shapes that fade
As night crawls across the room

You’ve picked up articles
Set them to your tasks
Seeded notes and stockpiled
And it seems as if the walls shed too