Games for the head

I tried to work out
from the the folds of my bag
which zip I should grasp
to pack my book
and saw those zips
as trails that wander
through folded hills
As paths I might follow
through life

I tried to work out
what it means
to hold every strand
of life
in my hand
and still come back
to this place

And then it occurred
through all the hope
the plans
and all the frustration
that life
is just a distraction

Simply a game for the head