River Veins

I stand idle upon an open road, not a soul around but mine.
I look down upon the open road and study its imperfections.
The cracks in the road remind me of river veins that run like time.
Each river vein held no semblance to one another.
Yet I found myself lost.
I found my eyes scanning the river veins, looking for some meaning to an end.
However, every time I would find a logical end, the river veins would split off to another direction.
I looked further down the road and noticed a patch of road, seemingly unfazed by anything.
It was smooth to the touch, like a freshly painted wall.
I began to wonder, why has this patch of road had stood the test of time?
Was it because the cement was made better? Or was this road was freshly laid?
Yet I came to realize, a couple days later that upon further inspection, that this perfect patch of road wasn't as perfect as I thought it was.
Indeed, it too had river veins running through it, that now little to no sense.

As a nation, we are far from perfect.
We have made our mistakes and tried our best to find semblance.
Yet as of recent events, somehow we have found ourselves searching for a logical end to the river veins that lie in the road ahead.
Mending these river veins will take time, but what we must come to together and find our beginning.
Only then with patience, will we be able to see clearly down the river veins that we once were.