Bread Crumbs

(Completed Sept 11, 2017)

I do not seek to be right. When one does, such a thing only lasts during said conversation. As if a baker, taking ingredients within mind, combining them before kneading together and placing them into oven to bake. Once fully baked, just as knowledge ready to be presented, both parties consume this bread as they converse over said subject. Only to become stale as time ticks away. When the conversation expires, so will the bread. It is a slave to crumbling.
The wind lifts up and moves these crumbs to another location. Just as both parties depart each other. The crumbs scattering as they do. Mirroring the thoughts within the subject that was mentioned during conversation.