Architect

He wanted to be an architect of time.
He wanted to arrange lives perfectly
and put god on a schedule.
He wanted to order the universe
so there were no surprises left,
and no one would over-sleep
or be late for birthday parties.
He wanted to orchestrate
The music of the planets
and have the trains all run on time.

But he didn't count on you,
with your nursery rhyme mouth
and the bandaids on your knees.
He didn't count on the riddles you ask,
or the way you hide pennies in shoes
and only eat vanilla ice-cream.
He never saw you coming or realized
you were the perfect piece of chaos

to bring order to his world.