how this must look

[word_lover]

Parting the way
Through the crowd
Through the sea
How this must look from high above
How we must seem as ants
Parting in waves
Tiny ripples of movement
Directing us in subtle shifts from our paths
Imperceptible but from afar
How this must look from high above
Do we follow the guidance
Of coincidence
Of chance
A new cadence from a phantom catalyst
Set in motion on another path
Scurrying away from our map
By changes in the air
By the breath of a stranger
By the shove, missing the curb
Ducking out of the line of fire
Spinning to correct
Over correct
Did you go where you wanted to go
Or did you let it carry you
Through the sea
Through the crowd
Parting the way
How this must look from high above
How we must seem so misguided
Taking the hand of a whim
Without ever glancing back