Rambling in free verse, will you comment please?

It's rife with land mines
hidden by intent
and there are no pages sequential
with lines, to color in the empty
as we ignore dictates to stay inside.
There are no maps
to refer to as we seek direction
or water colors premixed
with a brush or needle we must
create our own murals,
or sew our own tapestries.
It's akin to a child's toy,
"assembly required"
realizing we've thrown away
instructions in haste
wondering why the extra parts,
or not enough?
It's just life.
Yowee TY for the car name. I like the name Nash for a guy too.
 
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