In the tapestry of existence, a life is woven with care,
From threads of moments, intricately intertwined, beyond compare.
Each instant, a brushstroke, on the canvas of time,
A fleeting glimpse, of the beauty that's truly divine.

We're taught to dissect, to analyze, to plan and to prepare,
To perfect each moment, with precision and with care.
Education's guiding hand, shapes our intentions with might,
Erasing spontaneity's gentle touch, and replacing it with calculated light.

With every step, a strategy unfolds, a deliberate design,
Each move, a chess piece, positioned with careful align.
The mind, a maelstrom, of thoughts that swirl and sway,
As we overthink, and manipulate, night and day.

In this dance of deliberation, we lose our way,
And happy moments, like fireflies, fade away.
Stress, the unwelcome guest, that crashes the party of life,
And manipulation's insidious voice, that whispers, "You're not enough, you're not right."

But what if we were to let go, to release the need to control,
To allow spontaneity's gentle breeze, to rustle our soul?
What if we were to trust, in the beauty of the unknown,
And let moments unfold, like a rose, that blooms on its own?

Perhaps, we'd find, that happiness, is not something we design,
But a byproduct, of living, in the beauty of the divine.
Perhaps, we'd see, that life's tapestry, is woven with love and care,
And every moment, a brushstroke, of beauty, beyond compare.

So let us cherish, these moments we share,
And let spontaneity's gentle touch, show us we care.
For in the end, it's not the planning, or the perfect design,
But the beauty of the moments, that make life truly divine.