The Nature Of Things Poem by Shelly Langley

Is there a part of me that always existed?
Vivid color thoughts drift through my mind.
I'm an instrument who nature uses as a paintbrush.
Nature has not revealed their true identity.
I could never truly understand myself, anyone, or anything.
The paved road to understand the smallest parts of nature,
Are rivers where there are no bridges to walk over.
I want to run my hands through the soft concrete.
I want to be a part of the stones future generations can roll their feet on.
Nature nurtured by the desire to fulfill dreams makes time stop.
Life goes by fast in these times, why?
The undying need to question all that is around me,  
Is closest to the truth I will ever know about the nature of the universe.
The closest truth about everyone, myself, and you.