Factors of One

Where others see fact
I see input and reaction—
Things are only what they appear
Not what they are—
The little glimmers of meaning
We find along the way
What compels them, and why?—
Breadcrumbs to what destination?—
Limitation binds every equation
Yet we're free to decide who we are—
We try on programs
Til we find the ones we like—
To fall in love
With what seem like memories—
We chase their novelty
Across the endless space—
And we get from that a path
Emerged from chaos
Untravelled
Just for us